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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Within the Tides by Joseph Conrad: bungalow, but we were made to feel somehow that we were not very
welcome there. Not that she ever said anything ungracious. She
never had much to say for herself. I was perhaps the one who saw
most of the Davidsons at home. What I noticed under the
superficial aspect of vapid sweetness was her convex, obstinate
forehead, and her small, red, pretty, ungenerous mouth. But then I
am an observer with strong prejudices. Most of us were fetched by
her white, swan-like neck, by that drooping, innocent profile.
There was a lot of latent devotion to Davidson's wife hereabouts,
at that time, I can tell you. But my idea was that she repaid it
by a profound suspicion of the sort of men we were; a mistrust
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