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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Windermere's Fan by Oscar Wilde: ruin her, and make her wretched. If you dare to tell her, there is
no depth of degradation I will not sink to, no pit of shame I will
not enter. You shall not tell her - I forbid you.
LORD WINDERMERE. Why?
MRS. ERLYNNE. [After a pause.] If I said to you that I cared for
her, perhaps loved her even - you would sneer at me, wouldn't you?
LORD WINDERMERE. I should feel it was not true. A mother's love
means devotion, unselfishness, sacrifice. What could you know of
such things?
MRS. ERLYNNE. You are right. What could I know of such things?
Don't let us talk any more about it - as for telling my daughter
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