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How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. ” She leaned against the back wall of the place, sinking slowly. "Can't!" repeated his mother. Owing to this circumstance, Mr. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. 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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