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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Night and Day by Virginia Woolf: instinctively, and sat on the arm of her mother's chair. Mrs. Hilbery
leant her head against her daughter's body.
"What is nobler," she mused, turning over the photographs, "than to be
a woman to whom every one turns, in sorrow or difficulty? How have the
young women of your generation improved upon that, Katharine? I can
see them now, sweeping over the lawns at Melbury House, in their
flounces and furbelows, so calm and stately and imperial (and the
monkey and the little black dwarf following behind), as if nothing
mattered in the world but to be beautiful and kind. But they did more
than we do, I sometimes think. They WERE, and that's better than
doing. They seem to me like ships, like majestic ships, holding on
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