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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Touchstone by Edith Wharton: If Glennard did not hate his wife it was slowly, sufferingly, that
there was born in him that profounder passion which made his
earlier feeling seem a mere commotion of the blood. He was like a
child coming back to the sense of an enveloping presence: her
nearness was a breast on which he leaned.
They did not, at first, talk much together, and each beat a
devious track about the outskirts of the subject that lay between
them like a haunted wood. But every word, every action, seemed to
glance at it, to draw toward it, as though a fount of healing
sprang in its poisoned shade. If only they might cut away through
the thicket to that restoring spring!
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