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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: cold-hearted, cold-hearted. Only the hens, fluffed so wonderfully on
the eggs, were warm with their hot, brooding female bodies! Connie felt
herself living on the brink of fainting all the time.
Then, one day, a lovely sunny day with great tufts of primroses under
the hazels, and many violets dotting the paths, she came in the
afternoon to the coops and there was one tiny, tiny perky chicken
tinily prancing round in front of a coop, and the mother hen clucking
in terror. The slim little chick was greyish brown with dark markings,
and it was the most alive little spark of a creature in seven kingdoms
at that moment. Connie crouched to watch in a sort of ecstasy. Life,
life! pure, sparky, fearless new life! New life! So tiny and so utterly
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