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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: perfect gravity. His eyes were wet with unshed tears. It was a mere
passing moment, yet a world of facts and ideas were contained in it.
We understood each other so well that, on a sudden, I held out my hand
for him to kiss.
Possibly this was equivalent to telling him that love might bridge the
interval between us. Well, I cannot tell what moved me to do it.
Griffith had her back turned as I proudly extended my little white
paw. I felt the fire of his lips, tempered by two big tears. Oh! my
love, I lay in my armchair, nerveless, dreamy. I was happy, and I
cannot explain to you how or why. What I felt only a poet could
express. My condescension, which fills me with shame now, seemed to me
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