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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: with me, or what I took for such. I loved to be loved, I
suppose; and there was always something new and fascinating to
be explored in a human heart, that is, a woman's."
"Some new temple to profane?" asked Hal severely.
"Never!" said Philip. "I never profaned it. If I deceived, I
shared the deception, at least for a time; and, as for
sensuality, I had none in me."
"Did you have nothing worse? Rousseau ends where Tom Jones
begins."
"My temperament saved me," said Philip. "A woman is not a
woman to me, without personal refinement."
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