The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola:|
being able to recognize a single one. The litter of little black
cats were sleeping on the oilcloth, nestled against their mother's
belly, and the latter was stretching her paws out in a state of
beatitude while the big tortoise-shell cat sat at the other end of
the table, her tail stretched out behind her and her yellow eyes
solemnly following the flight of the women.
"If His Highness will be good enough to come this way," said
Bordenave at the bottom of the stairs, and he pointed to the
Some chorus girls were still crowding along it. The prince began
following Nana while Muffat and the marquis walked behind.