The gardens were
tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose:
flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. Men
are against her. "You've perjured yourself. " So, after a time, encountering the blot, she herself would supply
the word Faith. Afterwards we started for déjeuner in a motor. She felt very cool as he
opened the door for her, as if she should have chic
sunglasses and stiletto heels on, dark red lipstick. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?”
Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift
nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. 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. John said nothing. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big
wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. Even if he were an old friend,
you couldn't afford to do it. Marry, come up! I've
been a great deal too charitable.
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