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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Hated Son by Honore de Balzac: of his forehead between the eyebrows deepened. "I see plainly you are
afraid of me," he added, sighing.
Prompted by the instinct of feeble natures the countess interrupted
the count by moans, exclaiming:--
"I fear a miscarriage! I clambered over the rocks last evening and
tired myself."
Hearing those words, the count cast so horribly suspicious a look upon
his wife, that she reddened and shuddered. He mistook the fear of the
innocent creature for remorse.
"Perhaps it is the beginning of a regular childbirth," he said.
"What then?" she said.
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