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Portrait of Honoré de Balzac Honoré de Balzac Eugénie Grandet — Chapter XI

There! we've made up—haven't we, little one? No more dry bread; you shall have all you want—Ah, she opens her eyes! Well, mother, little mother, come! See, I'm kissing Eugenie! She loves her cousin, and she may marry him if she wants to; she may keep his case. But don't die, mother; live a long time yet, my poor wife! Come, try to move! Listen! you shall have the finest altar that ever was made in Saumur."
"Oh, how can you treat your wife and daughter so!" said Madame Grandet in a feeble voice.
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Portrait of Honoré de Balzac Honoré de Balzac Eugénie Grandet — Chapter XI

The sight of gold, the possession of gold, had become a monomania. His despotic spirit had grown in proportion to his avarice, and to part with the control of the smallest fraction of his property at the death of his wife seemed to him a thing "against nature." To declare his fortune to his daughter, to give an inventory of his property, landed and personal, for the purposes of division—
"Why," he cried aloud in the midst of a field where he was pretending to examine a vine, "it would be cutting my throat!"
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Portrait of Honoré de Balzac Honoré de Balzac Eugénie Grandet — Chapter XI

Grandet had entered his seventy-sixth year. During the last two years his avarice had increased upon him, as all the persistent passions of men increase at a certain age. As if to illustrate an observation which applies equally to misers, ambitious men, and others whose lives are controlled by any dominant idea, his affections had fastened upon one special symbol of his passion.
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