’ ‘I have English a little,’ the girl offered, her voice shaking as she essayed a smile and sank into a curtsy. I have slept with it under my pillow. This, Wood, acting upon Terry's caution, was most unwilling to do; but, finding he had no alternative, he reluctantly made known his errand and the bolts were undrawn. ’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. His glances were hard to disguise as he scanned her periodically during class. In the little apartment, under the gas chandelier, his inches and his stoop were certainly very effective. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. 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.
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