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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: was more and more pale, more and more sad. My love for her,
carried to the point at which it was transformed into hatred,
rejoiced at the sight of her daily sorrow. Often, when my cruelty
toward her became infamous, Marguerite lifted upon me such
appealing eyes that I blushed for the part I was playing, and was
ready to implore her forgiveness.
But my repentance was only of a moment's duration, and Olympe,
who had finally put aside all self-respect, and discovered that
by annoying Marguerite she could get from me whatever she wanted,
constantly stirred up my resentment against her, and insulted her
whenever she found an opportunity, with the cowardly persistence
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