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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: never trouble you and Hope any more. What shall I do? Philip,
you might tell me what to do. Once you told me always to come
to you."
"What can you do?" he asked gloomily, in return.
"I cannot imagine," she said, with a desolate look, more
pitiable than passion, on her young face. "I wish to save
Hope, and to save my--to save Mr. Lambert. Philip, you do not
love me. I do not call it love. There is no passion in your
veins; it is only a sort of sympathetic selfishness. Hope is
infinitely better than you are, and I believe she is more
capable of loving. I began by hating her, but if she loves you
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