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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Deputy of Arcis by Honore de Balzac: me with the solemnity of an usher of ambassadors or a groom of the
Chambers.
But in the presence of the man to whom I owed my life the ice in me
was instantly melted; I stepped forward with an eager impulse, feeling
the tears rise to my eyes. He did not move. There was not the faintest
trace of agitation in his face, which had that peculiar look of high
dignity that used to be called "the grand air"; he merely held out his
hand, limply grasped mine, and then said:
"Be seated, monsieur--for I have not yet the right to call you my
son."
When Jacques Bricheteau and I had taken chairs--
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