. Each time that we meet I try to kill you. He recoiled from the sting. ” John traced his finger over the meeting point of her breast and her ribcage as they lay naked on his unmade bed. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. ” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. Come home alone. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history. She wanted to think. 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 gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. Both husband and wife affected an unnatural ease of manner for the benefit of the efficient parlor-maid, who was putting the finishing touches to the sideboard arrangements.
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