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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: "Oh, how he stares at me!" cried the poor crazy girl.
"We must close his eyes," said Contenson, lifting Peyrade on to the
bed.
"We are doing a stupid thing," said Corentin. "Let us carry him into
his own room. His daughter is half demented, and she will go quite mad
when she sees that he is dead; she will fancy that she has killed
him."
Lydie, seeing them carry away her father, looked quite stupefied.
"There lies my only friend!" said Corentin, seeming much moved when
Peyrade was laid out on the bed in his own room. "In all his life he
never had but one impulse of cupidity, and that was for his daughter!
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