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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Some Reminiscences by Joseph Conrad: a not very surprising inversion, the Lady Dedlock of the book
reminded me strongly of the belle Madame Delestang.
Her husband (as I sat facing them both), with his thin bony nose,
and a perfectly bloodless, narrow physiognomy clamped together as
it were by short formal side-whiskers, had nothing of Sir
Leicester Dedlock's "grand air" and courtly solemnity. He
belonged to the haute bourgeoisie only, and was a banker, with
whom a modest credit had been opened for my needs. He was such an
ardent--no, such a frozen-up, mummified Royalist that he used in
current conversation turns of speech contemporary, I should say,
with the good Henri Quatre; and when talking of money matters
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