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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: ponderously, heeding nothing, not even noticing where she was. The
report of a gun not far off startled and angered her.
Then, as she went, she heard voices, and recoiled. People! She didn't
want people. But her quick ear caught another sound, and she roused; it
was a child sobbing. At once she attended; someone was ill-treating a
child. She strode swinging down the wet drive, her sullen resentment
uppermost. She felt just prepared to make a scene.
Turning the corner, she saw two figures in the drive beyond her: the
keeper, and a little girl in a purple coat and moleskin cap, crying.
'Ah, shut it up, tha false little bitch!' came the man's angry voice,
and the child sobbed louder.
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