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Into the village of Bassincourt once again rode his Grace of Avon, upon a hired horse. He was dressed in breeches of buff cloth, and a coat of dull purple velvet, laced with gold. His high spurred boots were dusty; he carried his gloves in one hand, with his long riding crop. Into the marketplace he came, from the Saumur road, and reined in as he met the uneven cobblestones. The villagers, and the farmers' wives who had come into Bassincourt for the market, gaped at him, as they had gaped before, and whispered, one to the other.
The horse picked its way towards the Curé's house, and there stopped. His Grace looked round, and, seeing a small boy standing near to him, beckoned, and swung himself lightly down from the saddle.