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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adieu by Honore de Balzac: them. We must do him the justice to say that he never spared his
breath in shouting in stentorian tones,--
"Look out there, carrion!"
"Poor wretches!" cried the major.
"Pooh! that or the cold, that or the cannon," said the grenadier,
prodding the horses, and urging them on.
A catastrophe, which might well have happened to them much sooner, put
a stop to their advance. The carriage was overturned.
"I expected it," cried the imperturbable grenadier. "Ho! ho! your man
is dead."
"Poor Laurent!" said the major.
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