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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: valley beneath a mantle of snow. Mademoiselle de Verneuil fancied for
a moment she saw a /mer de glace/, like those of the Alps. Then the
vaporous atmosphere rolled like the waves of ocean, lifted
impenetrable billows which softly swayed, undulated, and were
violently whirled, catching from the sun's rays a vivid rosy tint, and
showing here and there in their depths the transparencies of a lake of
molten silver. Suddenly the north wind swept this phantasmagoric scene
and scattered the mists which laid a dew full of oxygen on the
meadows.
Mademoiselle de Verneuil was now able to distinguish a dark mass of
men on the rocks of Fougeres. Seven or eight hundred Chouans were
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