‘Bring her to me and we shall see. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. They have no ideas what to do with us. She helped him take it off. If you want me, you know where to find me. She stopped eating. 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. ‘Again you seek to interfere in my affairs?’ ‘I did warn you I had every intention of doing so,’ said Gerald. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. The girl nodded sagely. But his astonishment would have been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her, either with lips or with hands. Now I do.
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