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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: think, until she seemed entirely apathetic. I never asked myself
then what heartaches she might hide or what her discontents might
be.
I would come home hoping nothing, expecting nothing.
This was my fated life, and I had chosen it. I became more
sensitive to the defects I had once disregarded altogether; I
began to associate her sallow complexion with her temperamental
insufficiency, and the heavier lines of her mouth and nostril
with her moods of discontent. We drifted apart; wider and wider
the gap opened. I tired of baby-talk and stereotyped little
fondlings; I tired of the latest intelligence from those
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