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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Nana, Miller's Daughter, Captain Burle, Death of Olivier Becaille by Emile Zola: mansion, and his room, with its great bed hung with Genoa velvet,
was still preserved there. Breathless with admiration, Nana gave a
little childish sigh.
"Great God!" she whispered very quietly to herself.
But the party were deeply moved when Gaga suddenly announced that
Irma herself was standing yonder in front of the church. She
recognized her perfectly. She was as upright as of old, the hoary
campaigner, and that despite her age, and she still had those eyes
which flashed when she moved in that proud way of hers! Vespers
were just over, and for a second or two Madame stood in the church
porch. She was dressed in a dark brown silk and looked very simple
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