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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: out at times:--
"Ginevra! Oh, my Ginevra!"
It was almost night when he reached his wretched room. He entered very
softly, fearing to cause too strong an emotion to his wife, whom he
had left so weak. The last rays of the sun, entering through the
garret window, were fading from Ginevra's face as she sat sleeping in
her chair, and holding her child upon her breast.
"Wake, my dear one," he said, not observing the infant, which shone,
at that moment, with supernatural light.
Hearing that voice, the poor mother opened her eyes, met Luigi's look,
and smiled; but Luigi himself gave a cry of horror; he scarcely
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