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He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room. Once he had managed to stake his claim, she would have all to do to prove her identity and win it back. On the contrary, it was impossible to look at him without perceiving that his resolution was unshaken. “Round midnight, I think. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. 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. Would you tell her … now?" his eyes flaming with mockery.
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