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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: garret window, were fading from Ginevra's face as she sat sleeping in
her chair, and holding her child upon her breast.
"Wake, my dear one," he said, not observing the infant, which shone,
at that moment, with supernatural light.
Hearing that voice, the poor mother opened her eyes, met Luigi's look,
and smiled; but Luigi himself gave a cry of horror; he scarcely
recognized his wife, now half mad. With a gesture of savage energy he
showed her the gold. Ginevra began to laugh mechanically; but suddenly
she cried, in a dreadful voice:--
"The child, Luigi, he is cold!"
She looked at her son and swooned. The little Bartolomeo was dead.
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