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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: to keep his own privacy.
He had made the hut tidy, put the little table and chair near the
fireplace, left a little pile of kindling and small logs, and put the
tools and traps away as far as possible, effacing himself. Outside, by
the clearing, he had built a low little roof of boughs and straw, a
shelter for the birds, and under it stood the live coops. And, one day
when she came, she found two brown hens sitting alert and fierce in the
coops, sitting on pheasants' eggs, and fluffed out so proud and deep in
all the heat of the pondering female blood. This almost broke Connie's
heart. She, herself was so forlorn and unused, not a female at all,
just a mere thing of terrors.
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