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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Cousin Pons by Honore de Balzac: at the breast for months. . . . Poor women!"
"But no one has ever loved me except Schmucke and my mother," poor
Pons broke in sadly.
"Oh! come, you aren't no saint! You were young in your time, and a
fine-looking young fellow you must have been at twenty. I should have
fallen in love with you myself, so nice as you are--"
"I always was as ugly as a toad," Pons put in desperately.
"You say that because you are modest; nobody can't say that you aren't
modest."
"My dear Mme. Cibot, /no/, I tell you. I always was ugly, and I never
was loved in my life."
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