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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: believe you'll ever turn our Tevershall men into reds. They're too
decent for that. But the young ones blether sometimes. Not that they
care for it really. They only want a bit of money in their pocket, to
spend at the Welfare, or go gadding to Sheffield. That's all they care.
When they've got no money, they'll listen to the reds spouting. But
nobody believes in it, really.'
'So you think there's no danger?'
'Oh no! Not if trade was good, there wouldn't be. But if things were
bad for a long spell, the young ones might go funny. I tell you,
they're a selfish, spoilt lot. But I don't see how they'd ever do
anything. They aren't ever serious about anything, except showing off
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