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“I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. A garrison called to arms at dead of night on the sudden approach of the enemy, could not have been more expeditiously, or effectually aroused. Occasionally she would be missing a sock or a bra, so she took to storing those things in her gym locker. 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. She had never let off a pistol in her life. Even the children jeer.
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