“I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. 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. Only three days. She chuckled. \"
Lucy felt her face go hot, but at the same time raised
her eyebrows, relaying a tacit acknowledgement of her
own distressed appearance. “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue.
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