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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Selected Writings of Guy De Maupassant by Guy De Maupassant: mysterious poems; and the ingenious stories invented by the
poets, which my mother told me in the evening, had none of the
flavor, none of the fullness or of the vigor of the peasant
woman's narratives.
Well, one Thursday when I had spent all the morning in listening
to Mother Clochette, I wanted to go upstairs to her again during
the day, after picking hazelnuts with the manservant in the wood
behind the farm. I remember it all as clearly as what happened
only yesterday.
On opening the door of the linen-room, I saw the old seamstress
lying on the floor by the side of her chair, her face turned down
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