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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: surface of her mind was tickled at the glowing prospects he offered
her. Hardly even her most outside self responded, that at any other
time would have been thrilled. She just got no feeling from it, she
couldn't 'go off'. She just sat and stared and looked dazzled, and felt
nothing, only somewhere she smelt the extraordinarily unpleasant smell
of the bitch-goddess.
Mick sat on tenterhooks, leaning forward in his chair, glaring at her
almost hysterically: and whether he was more anxious out of vanity for
her to say Yes! or whether he was more panic-stricken for fear she
SHOULD say Yes!--who can tell?
'I should have to think about it,' she said. 'I couldn't say now. It
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