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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Exiles by Honore de Balzac: my having been here--never breathe a word of it, as you value your
life."
She said no more, but relapsed into thought.
Presently she looked up, signed to Jacqueline, and together they went
up into Godefroid's room. The fair Countess looked at the bed, the
carved chairs, the chest, the tapestry, the table, with a joy like
that of the exile who sees on his return the crowded roofs of his
native town nestling at the foot of a hill.
"If you have not deceived me," she said to Jacqueline, "I promise you
a hundred crowns in gold."
"Behold, madame," said the woman, "the poor angel is confiding--here
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