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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Albert Savarus by Honore de Balzac: face the most bewildering expression, something subtle, like what the
great Leonardo has so well depicted in the /Gioconda/. This smile made
Rodolphe pause. "Ah yes!" he went on, "you must suffer much from the
destitution to which exile has brought you. Oh, if you would make me
happy above all men, and consecrate my love, you would treat me as a
friend. Ought I not to be your friend?--My poor mother has left sixty
thousand francs of savings; take half."
Francesca looked steadily at him. This piercing gaze went to the
bottom of Rodolphe's soul.
"We want nothing; my work amply supplies our luxuries," she replied in
a grave voice.
Albert Savarus |
