‘Silence,’ hissed a voice in French. A little Cockney recovered it, and made ridiculous attempts to get to her and replace it. " "And why not?" asked Kneebone, eagerly. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. The expression was wholly different. She handled it half fearfully, and set it carefully down again. 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. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. Men of action by the scarlet coats with their grey facings—insignia of the county militia. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. "He just asked for his coat, which he wanted under his pillow.
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