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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: to reply. After rubbing cold cream over her arms and face with the
palm of her hand she laid on the grease paint with the corner of a
towel. For one second only she ceased looking in the glass and
smilingly stole a glance at the prince.
"His Highness is spoiling me," she murmured without putting down the
grease paint.
Her task was a complicated one, and the Marquis de Chouard followed
it with an expression of devout enjoyment. He spoke in his turn.
"Could not the band accompany you more softly?" he said. "It drowns
your voice, and that's an unpardonable crime."
This time Nana did not turn round. She had taken up the hare's-foot
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