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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Chouans by Honore de Balzac: silence, and could hear nothing but the distant shouts and laughter of
the Chouans, who were drinking in the gardens and dividing their
booty. He turned the corner to the fatal wing before which his men had
been shot, and from there he could distinguish, by the feeble light of
a few stray lanterns, the different groups of the Chasseurs du Roi.
Neither Pille-Miche, nor Marche-a-Terre, nor the girl were visible;
but he felt himself gently pulled by the flap of his uniform, and,
turning round, saw Francine on her knees.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"I don't know; Pierre drove me back and told me not to stir from
here."
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