Drummond nodded. F. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. ” She looked at him wistfully, but with some unwilling doubt in her wrinkled forehead. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. 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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