She became more and more alive, not
so much to a system of ideas as to a big diffused impulse toward change, to a
great discontent with and criticism of life as it is lived, to a clamorous confusion
of ideas for reconstruction—reconstruction of the methods of business, of
economic development, of the rules of property, of the status of children, of the
clothing and feeding and teaching of every one; she developed a quite
exaggerated consciousness of a multitude of people going about the swarming
spaces of London with their minds full, their talk and gestures full, their very
clothing charged with the suggestion of the urgency of this pervasive project of
alteration. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred
into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind
bends the water-reed. "
"You don't have to. But probably not the truth. Sanguine they were not. ” She said. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. . “One
can’t tell. "
"All right. Kneebone's visit, Mrs.
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