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The young man had knocked over the siphon. CHAPTER XVIII. “No, it was simple. “Mr. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. 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. But here she met with a check. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream.
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