She hit the villain with it. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved. The second is to somehow meet Lady Ferringhall. He stabbed into her with brute force. This double buffetting had sharpened her shrewdness and insight. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. 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. We were going at a mad pace. It is generally deficient in the qualities it prides itself upon most. He returned the locket without comment. She was going through a new world with him side by side.
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