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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: rounded beautiful back was towards him, and her face was hidden.
She was warming her body at the fire for consolation. The glow
was rosy on one side, the shadow was dark and warm on the other.
Her arms hung slack.
He shuddered violently, clenching his teeth and fists hard
to keep control. Then he went forward to her. He put one hand
on her shoulder, the fingers of the other hand under her chin to
raise her face. A convulsed shiver ran through her, once, twice,
at his touch. She kept her head bent.
"Sorry!" he murmured, realising that his hands were very cold.
Then she looked up at him, frightened, like a thing that is
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