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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Letters of Two Brides by Honore de Balzac: forehead as a border to the pink-and-white cap. Then the shoes are
buckled; and when the little bare legs and well-shod feet have trotted
off to the nursery, while two shining faces (/clean/, Mary calls them)
and eyes ablaze with life petition me to start, my heart beats fast.
To look on the children whom one's own hand has arrayed, the pure skin
brightly veined with blue, that one has bathed, laved, and sponged and
decked with gay colors of silk or velvet--why, there is no poem comes
near to it! With what eager, covetous longing one calls them back for
one more kiss on those white necks, which, in their simple collars,
the loveliest woman cannot rival. Even the coarsest lithograph of such
a scene makes a mother pause, and I feast my eyes daily on the living
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