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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: jarred. If the memory of her was all that he was to have, he
resolved that at least that memory should be perfect.
And the love of her had made a man of him--he could not forget
that; had given to him just the strength that made it possible for
him to keep that resolute, grim silence now. In those two months
he had grown five years; he was more masculine, more virile. The
very set of his mouth was different; between the eye-brows the
cleft had deepened; his voice itself vibrated to a heavier note.
No, no; so long as he should live, he, man grown as he was, could
never forget this girl of nineteen who had come into his life so
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