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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas: prison, would also be fortunate enough in penetrating to the
prisoner himself.
Whilst Cornelius, debating this point within himself, was
building all sorts of castles in the air, and was struggling
between hope and fear, the shutter of the grating in the
door opened, and Rosa, beaming with joy, and beautiful in
her pretty national costume -- but still more beautiful from
the grief which for the last five months had blanched her
cheeks -- pressed her little face against the wire grating
of the window, saying to him, --
"Oh, sir, sir! here I am!"
The Black Tulip |
