But it sounds too real to be imagined. 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. Also she had tried him as a dragoman and as a gendarme, which seemed the most suitable of all to his severely handsome, immobile profile. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. I haven't forgotten her previous history. ‘Let her go. But, indeed, he’s very human. The young lady saw the change, and almost snorted. Well, this was the side of the world where things like that happened. I can't invent; the thing won't come.
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