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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Gambara by Honore de Balzac: Paris on the trucks of costermongers. But at any rate, the landlord
had got his rent and the bailiffs their expenses.
According to the Neapolitan cook--who warmed up for the street-walkers
of the Rue Froid-Manteau the fragments left from the most sumptuous
dinners in Paris--Signora Gambara had gone off to Italy with a
Milanese nobleman, and no one knew what had become of her. Worn out
with fifteen years of misery, she was very likely ruining the Count by
her extravagant luxury, for they were so devotedly adoring, that in
all his life, Giardini could recall no instance of such a passion.
Towards the end of that very January, one evening when Giardini was
chatting with a girl who had come to buy her supper, about the divine
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