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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Camille by Alexandre Dumas: big tears fell from his eyes when he saw how pale I was. The
memory of his daughter's death made him weep, no doubt. He will
have seen her die twice. His back was bowed, his head bent toward
the ground, his lips drooping, his eyes vacant. Age and sorrow
weigh with a double weight on his worn-out body. He did not
reproach me. It looked as if he rejoiced secretly to see the
ravages that disease had made in me. He seemed proud of being
still on his feet, while I, who am still young, was broken down
by suffering.
The bad weather has returned. No one comes to see me. Julie
watches by me as much as she can. Prudence, to whom I can no
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