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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Maitre Cornelius by Honore de Balzac: that my husband drags me about by the hair of my head. Say that I am a
prisoner; that--"
Her heart swelled, sobs choked her throat, tears fell from her eyes.
In her agitation she allowed the young man, who was muttering broken
words, to kiss her hands.
"Poor darling! no one can speak to the king. Though my uncle is grand-
master of his archers, I could not gain admission to Plessis. My dear
lady! my beautiful sovereign! oh, how she has suffered! Marie, let
yourself say but two words, or we are lost!"
"What will become of us?" she murmured. Then, seeing on the dark wall
a picture of the Virgin, on which the light from the lamp was falling,
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