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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: throaty sound of the French was like the wind in the chimneys to her.
Of the Racine she heard not one syllable.
She was gone in her own soft rapture, like a forest soughing with the
dim, glad moan of spring, moving into bud. She could feel in the same
world with her the man, the nameless man, moving on beautiful feet,
beautiful in the phallic mystery. And in herself in all her veins, she
felt him and his child. His child was in all her veins, like a
twilight.
'For hands she hath none, nor eyes, nor feet, nor golden Treasure of
hair...'
She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood,
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