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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: words, to kiss her hands.
"Poor darling! no one can speak to the king. Though my uncle is grand-
master of his archers, I could not gain admission to Plessis. My dear
lady! my beautiful sovereign! oh, how she has suffered! Marie, let
yourself say but two words, or we are lost!"
"What will become of us?" she murmured. Then, seeing on the dark wall
a picture of the Virgin, on which the light from the lamp was falling,
she cried out:--
"Holy Mother of God, give us counsel!"
"To-night," said the young man, "I shall be with you in your room."
"How?" she asked naively.
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