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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: Goriot; for he gathered up all his remaining strength in a last
effort, stretched out his hands, groped for the students' heads,
and as his fingers caught convulsively at their hair, they heard
a faint whisper:
"Ah! my angels!"
Two words, two inarticulate murmurs, shaped into words by the
soul which fled forth with them as they left his lips.
"Poor dear!" cried Sylvie, melted by that exclamation; the
expression of the great love raised for the last time to a
sublime height by that most ghastly and involuntary of lies.
The father's last breath must have been a sigh of joy, and in
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