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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: women to talk. It was a hazy, sunny afternoon, mild and soft.
Clara glanced through the window after him as he loitered among
the chrysanthemums. She felt as if something almost tangible fastened
her to him; yet he seemed so easy in his graceful, indolent movement,
so detached as he tied up the too-heavy flower branches to their stakes,
that she wanted to shriek in her helplessness.
Mrs. Morel rose.
"You will let me help you wash up," said Clara.
"Eh, there are so few, it will only take a minute," said the other.
Clara, however, dried the tea-things, and was glad to be on
such good terms with his mother; but it was torture not to be able
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