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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Father Goriot by Honore de Balzac: eyes rested. The Countess had no need of the adventitious aid of
corsets; her girdle defined the outlines of her slender waist;
her throat was a challenge to love; her feet, thrust into
slippers, were daintily small. As Maxime took her hand and kissed
it, Eugene became aware of Maxime's existence, and the Countess
saw Eugene.
"Oh! is that you M. de Rastignac? I am very glad to see you," she
said, but there was something in her manner that a shrewd
observer would have taken as a hint to depart.
Maxime, as the Countess Anastasie had called the young man with
the haughty insolence of bearing, looked from Eugene to the lady,
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