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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Deserted Woman by Honore de Balzac: his ear--a few words that called up a swift rush of such emotion as he
might have felt when a strain of really good music mingles with the
accompaniment of some tedious opera.
"You went to call on Mme. de Beauseant yesterday, did you not?" The
speaker was an elderly lady, and she addressed the head of the local
royal family.
"I went this morning. She was so poorly and depressed, that I could
not persuade her to dine with us to-morrow."
"With Mme. de Champignelles?" exclaimed the dowager with something
like astonishment in her manner.
"With my wife," calmly assented the noble. "Mme. de Beauseant is
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