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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Scenes from a Courtesan's Life by Honore de Balzac: disorder, lovely enough to bring the angel Raphael to perdition, the
drawing-room door vomited into the room a gutter of human mire that
came on, on ten feet, towards the beautiful girl, who stood like an
angel in some Flemish church picture. One man came foremost.
Contenson, the horrible Contenson, laid his hand on Esther's dewy
shoulder.
"You are Mademoiselle van----" he began. Europe, by a back-handed slap
on Contenson's cheek, sent him sprawling to measure his length on the
carpet, and with all the more effect because at the same time she
caught his leg with the sharp kick known to those who practise the art
as a coup de savate.
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