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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: yielded herself to her fate because it was too strong for her.
She could not help herself; she was in the grip of something
bigger than herself. A kind of eternal look about her, as if she
were a wistful sphinx, made it necessary for him to kiss her.
He dropped his programme, and crouched down on the floor to get it,
so that he could kiss her hand and wrist. Her beauty was a torture
to him. She sat immobile. Only, when the lights went down,
she sank a little against him, and he caressed her hand and arm
with his fingers. He could smell her faint perfume. All the time
his blood kept sweeping up in great white-hot waves that killed his
consciousness momentarily.
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