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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Ten Years Later by Alexandre Dumas: ascent. "Ask the jailer for the keys," whispered Aramis.
Baisemeaux did so, took the keys, and, himself, opened the
door of the third room. The jailer was the first to enter;
he placed upon the table the provisions, which the
kind-hearted governor called dainties, and then left the
room. The prisoner had not stirred; Baisemeaux then entered,
while Aramis remained at the threshold, from which place he
saw a youth about eighteen years of age, who, raising his
head at the unusual noise, jumped off the bed, as he
perceived the governor, and clasping his hands together,
began to cry out, "My mother, my mother," in tones which
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