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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: sideways, downwards, with that strange immobility of an old race that
is hardly here in our present day. It was that that really made Connie
lose her power to see him detached from herself.
He looked up at her with the full glance that saw everything,
registered everything. At the same time, the infant crying in the night
was crying out of his breast to her, in a way that affected her very
womb.
'It's awfully nice of you to think of me,' he said laconically.
'Why shouldn't I think of you?' she exclaimed, with hardly breath to
utter it.
He gave the wry, quick hiss of a laugh.
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