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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: The expression died utterly out of his face, out of his whole body. He
looked at her with darkened eyes, whose look she could not understand
at all: like some dark-flamed spirit looking at her.
'Say you're glad!' she pleaded, groping for his hand. And she saw a
certain exultance spring up in him. But it was netted down by things
she could not understand.
'It's the future,' he said.
'But aren't you glad?' she persisted.
'I have such a terrible mistrust of the future.'
'But you needn't be troubled by any responsibility. Clifford would have
it as his own, he'd be glad.'
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