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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad: indignant glance, and then moved on. That feminine penetration--so
clever and so tainted by the eternal instinct of self-defence, so
ready to see an obvious evil in everything it cannot
understand--filled her with bitter resentment against both the men who
could offer to the spiritual and tragic strife of her feelings
nothing but the coarseness of their abominable materialism. In her
anger against her own ineffectual self-deception she found hate enough
for them both. What did they want? What more did this one want? And as
her husband faced her again, with his hand on the door-handle, she
asked herself whether he was unpardonably stupid, or simply ignoble.
She said nervously, and very fast:
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