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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: a way between two acacia shrubs. At the risk of leaving his coat
behind him, or tearing deep scratches in his back, he got through the
hedge when the so-called Miss Fanny and her pretended deaf-and-dumb
maid were at the other end of the path; then, when they had come
within twenty yards of him without seeing him, for he was in the
shadow of the hedge, and the moon was shining brightly, he suddenly
rose.
"Fear nothing," said he in French to the Italian girl, "I am not a
spy. You are refugees, I have guessed that. I am a Frenchman whom one
look from you has fixed at Gersau."
Rodolphe, startled by the acute pain caused by some steel instrument
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