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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Droll Stories, V. 1 by Honore de Balzac: to yours: tell me. You are afraid to ask me. Come--"
She accompanied these coddling little attentions with a hundred
affected speeches; for instance, on coming into the room she would
say--
"I am intruding, send me away. You want to be left alone--I will go."
And always was she graciously invited to remain.
And the cunning Madame always came lightly attired, showing samples of
her beauty, which would have made a patriarch neigh, even were he as
much battered by time as must have been Mr. Methusaleh, with his nine
hundred and sixty years.
That good knight being as sharp as a needle, let the lady go on with
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