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” She departed from the couch and went upstairs to find John. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. There he was, standing with a group of men who she presumed to be the other richest men in the world. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed. " "Your ladyship——" hesitated Norris. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. " "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. 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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