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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Chance by Joseph Conrad: experience is not precisely her lot in life, a woman is seldom an
expert in matters of sentiment. It is the man who can and generally
does "see himself" pretty well inside and out. Women's self-
possession is an outward thing; inwardly they flutter, perhaps
because they are, or they feel themselves to be, engaged. All this
speaking generally. In Flora de Barral's particular case ever since
Anthony had suddenly broken his way into her hopeless and cruel
existence she lived like a person liberated from a condemned cell by
a natural cataclysm, a tempest, an earthquake; not absolutely
terrified, because nothing can be worse than the eve of execution,
but stunned, bewildered--abandoning herself passively. She did not
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