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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Sons of the Soil by Honore de Balzac: trees. The loss to you, Monsieur le comte, amounts to fully twenty-odd
thousand francs a year."
"Do you hear that, madame?" said the general to his wife.
"Is it not exaggerated?" asked Madame de Montcornet.
"No, madame, unfortunately not," said the abbe. "Poor Niseron, that
old fellow with the white head, who combines the functions of bell-
ringer, beadle, grave-digger, sexton, and clerk, in defiance of his
republican opinions,--I mean the grandfather of the little Genevieve
whom you placed with Madame Michaud--"
"La Pechina," said Sibilet, interrupting the abbe.
"Pechina!" said the countess, "whom do you mean?"
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