“Those things are not for me just at present. Take the one that struck him at this moment. He had never wanted daughters. Happen what might, he could not be in a worse position. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. 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. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. Cloud back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. ” “Why shouldn’t I go?” “It isn’t a suitable place; it isn’t a suitable gathering. Nor Jacques.
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