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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Vendetta by Honore de Balzac: the sky, in the glowing tints of the setting sun; they read it in even
the capricious vapors which met and struggled in the ether. Each day
resembled in nothing its predecessors; their love increased, and still
increased, because it was a true love. They had tested each other in
what seemed only a short time; and, instinctively, they recognized
that their souls were of a kind whose inexhaustible riches promised
for the future unceasing joys.
Theirs was love in all its artlessness, with its interminable
conversations, unfinished speeches, long silences, oriental reposes,
and oriental ardor. Luigi and Ginevra comprehended love. Love is like
the ocean: seen superficially, or in haste, it is called monotonous by
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