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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: these things meant in the scheme of creation (if indeed anything had
a meaning), or were just piled-up matter without any sense. She
felt how she had always been unrelated to this world. She was
hanging on to it merely by that one arm grasped firmly just above
the elbow. It was a captivity. So be it. Till they got out into
the street and saw the hansom waiting outside the gates Anthony
spoke only once, beginning brusquely but in a much gentler tone than
she had ever heard from his lips.
"Of course I ought to have known that you could not care for a man
like me, a stranger. Silence gives consent. Yes? Eh? I don't
want any of that sort of consent. And unless some day you find you
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