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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Simple Soul by Gustave Flaubert: One morning during the terrible winter of 1837, when she had put him
in front of the fire-place on account of the cold, she found him dead
in his cage, hanging to the wire bars with his head down. He had
probably died of congestion. But she believed that he had been
poisoned, and although she had no proofs whatever, her suspicion
rested on Fabu.
She wept so sorely that her mistress said: "Why don't you have him
stuffed?"
She asked the advice of the chemist, who had always been kind to the
bird.
He wrote to Havre for her. A certain man named Fellacher consented to
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