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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: "You ARE a dear," the girls cried.
"Tenpence," he answered.
He went past Clara without speaking. She felt the three
chocolate creams would burn her if she touched them. It needed
all her courage to slip them into the pocket of her apron.
The girls loved him and were afraid of him. He was so nice
while he was nice, but if he were offended, so distant, treating them
as if they scarcely existed, or not more than the bobbins of thread.
And then, if they were impudent, he said quietly: "Do you mind
going on with your work," and stood and watched.
When he celebrated his twenty-third birthday, the house was
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