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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: Blonde Venus.
"I say, shall we have our little women down?" he cried, becoming
familiar.
Nana would not hear of it. But notwithstanding this, she was giving
way herself. Fontan attracted her with his comic make-up. She
brushed against him and, eying him as a woman in the family way
might do when she fancies some unpleasant kind of food, she suddenly
became extremely familiar:
"Now then, fill up again, ye great brute!"
Fontan charged the glasses afresh, and the company drank, repeating
the same toasts.
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