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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: that loved me (she pointed to her father as she spoke), and for
whom? I have held his kindness cheap, and slighted his affection;
many and many a time I have given him pain, ungrateful wretch
that I am!"
"He knew it," said Rastignac.
Just then Goriot's eyelids unclosed; it was only a muscular
contraction, but the Countess' sudden start of reviving hope was
no less dreadful than the dying eyes.
"Is it possible that he can hear me?" cried the Countess. "No,"
she answered herself, and sat down beside the bed. As Mme. de
Restaud seemed to wish to sit by her father, Eugene went down to
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