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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: "I suppose he wants to come," she replied. "At any rate,
if he does you'll have to let him."
He kissed her again, and stroked the hair from her temples,
gently, tenderly, as if she were a lover.
"Shan't you be late?" she murmured.
"I'm going," he said, very low.
Still he sat a few minutes, stroking the brown and grey hair
from her temples.
"And you won't be any worse, mother?"
"No, my son."
"You promise me?"
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