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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: not venture to say so, for Duncan was almost insane on the point of his
art: it was a personal cult, a personal religion with him.
They were looking at the pictures in the studio, and Duncan kept his
smallish brown eyes on the other man. He wanted to hear what the
game-keeper would say. He knew already Connie's and Hilda's opinions.
'It is like a pure bit of murder,' said Mellors at last; a speech
Duncan by no means expected from a game-keeper.
'And who is murdered?' asked Hilda, rather coldly and sneeringly.
'Me! It murders all the bowels of compassion in a man.'
A wave of pure hate came out of the artist. He heard the note of
dislike in the other man's voice, and the note of contempt. And he
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