The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. “Why not?” He asked. Manning, in an earnest voice, and waved his hand to the alley of mauve and purple. Brendon dismissed the subject with a wave of the hand. \" She was surprised that he had noticed her existence as early as her arrival at the Beck house. He was angry. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. 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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