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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini: remote Brittany village eight-and-twenty years ago. Not even a
thought for the betrayal of that inviolable secret, or the con-
sequences that might follow, could she spare in this supreme moment.
She took one or two faltering steps towards him, hesitating. Then
she opened her arms. Sobs suffocated her voice.
"Won't you come to me, Andre-Louis?"
A moment yet he stood hesitating, startled by that appeal, angered
almost by his heart's response to it, reason and sentiment at grips
in his soul. This was not real, his reason postulated; this
poignant emotion that she displayed and that he experienced was
fantastic. Yet he went. Her arms enfolded him; her wet cheek was
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