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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: too soon, and she could no longer force her own conclusion with her own
activity. This was different, different. She could do nothing. She
could no longer harden and grip for her own satisfaction upon him. She
could only wait, wait and moan in spirit as she felt him withdrawing,
withdrawing and contracting, coming to the terrible moment when he
would slip out of her and be gone. Whilst all her womb was open and
soft, and softly clamouring, like a sea-anemone under the tide,
clamouring for him to come in again and make a fulfilment for her. She
clung to him unconscious iii passion, and he never quite slipped from
her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange
rhythms flushing up into her with a strange rhythmic growing motion,
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