her　covertly；　astonished　at　the　emotional　effect　in　her　their　tour　had
  produced。　　Though　not　of　an　inflammable　temperament；　he　himself　was　stirred；
  and　it　was　she　who；　unaccountably；　had　stirred　him：　suggested；　in　these
  processes　he　saw　every　day；　and　in　which　he　was　indeed　interested；　something
  deeper；　more　significant　and　human　than　he　had　guessed；　and　which　he　was　unable
  to　define。。。。
  Janet　herself　did　not　know　why　this　intimate　view　of　the　mills；　of　the　people
  who　worked　in　them　had　so　greatly　moved　her。　　All　day　she　thought　of　them。　　And
  the　distant　throb　of　the　machinery　she　felt　when　her　typewriter　was　silent
  meant　something　to　her　nowshe　could　not　say　what。　　When　she　found　herself
  listening　for　it；　her　heart　beat　faster。　　She　had　lived　and　worked　beside　it；
  and　it　had　not　existed　for　her；　it　had　had　no　meaning；　the　mills　might　have
  been　empty。　　She　had；　indeed；　many；　many　times　seen　these　men　and　women；　boys
  and　girls　trooping　away　from　work；　she　had　strolled　through　the　quarters　in
  which　they　lived；　speculated　on　the　lands　from　which　they　had　come；　but　she　had
  never　really　thought　of　them　as　human　beings；　individuals；　with　problems　and
  joys　and　sorrows　and　hopes　and　fears　like　her　own。　　Some　such　discovery　was
  borne　in　upon　her。　　And　always　an　essential　function　of　this　revelation；
  looming　larger　than　ever　in　her　consciousness；　was　Ditmar。　　It　was　for　Ditmar
  they　toiled；　in　Ditmar's　hands　were　their　very　existences；　his　was　the
  stupendous　responsibility　and　power。
  As　the　afternoon　wore；　desire　to　see　these　toilers　once　more　took　possession　of
  her。　　From　the　white　cupola　perched　above　the　huge　mass　of　the　Clarendon　Mill
  across　the　water　sounded　the　single　stroke　of　a　bell；　and　suddenly　the　air　was
  pulsing　with　sounds　flung　back　and　forth　by　the　walls　lining　the　river。
  Seizing　her　hat　and　coat；　she　ran　down　the　stairs　and　through　the　vestibule　and
  along　the　track　by　the　canal　to　the　great　gates；　which　her　father　was　in　the
  act　of　unbarring。　　She　took　a　stand　beside　him；　by　the　gatehouse。　　Edward
  showed　a　mild　surprise。
  〃There　ain't　anything　troubling　youis　there；　Janet？〃　he　asked。
  She　shook　her　head。
  〃I　wanted　to　see　the　hands　come　out；〃　she　said。
  Sometimes；　as　at　present；　he　found　Janet's　whims　unaccountable。
  〃Well；　I　should　have　presumed　you'd　know　what　they　look　like　by　this　time。
  You'd　better　stay　right　close　to　me；　they're　a　rough　lot；　with　no　respect　or
  consideration　for　decent　folksthese　foreigners。　　I　never　could　see　why　the
  government　lets　'em　all　come　over　here。〃　　He　put　on　the　word　〃foreigners〃　an
  emphasis　of　contempt　and　indignation；　pathetic　because　of　its　peculiar　note　of
  futility。　　Janet　paid　no　attention　to　him。　　Her　ears　were　strained　to　catch　the
  rumble　of　feet　descending　the　tower　stairs；　her　eyes　to　see　the　vanguard　as　it
  came　from　the　doorwaythe　first　tricklings　of　a　flood　that　instantly　filled
  the　yard　and　swept　onward　and　outward；　irresistibly；　through　the　narrow　gorge
  of　the　gates。　　Impossible　to　realize　this　as　the　force　which；　when　distributed
  over　the　great　spaces　of　the　mills；　performed　an　orderly　and　useful　task！　for
  it　was　now　a　turbid　and　lawless　torrent　unconscious　of　its　swollen　powers；
  menacing；　breathlessly　exciting　to　behold。　　It　seemed　to　Janet　indeed　a　torrent
  as　she　clung　to　the　side　of　the　gatehouse　as　one　might　cling　to　the　steep　bank
  of　a　mountain　brook　after　a　cloud…burst。　　And　suddenly　she　had　plunged　into　it。
  The　desire　was　absurd；　perhaps；　but　not　to　be　denied；the　desire　to　mix　with
  it；　feel　it；　be　submerged　and　swept　away　by　it；　losing　all　sense　of　identity。
  She　heard　her　father　call　after　her；　faintlythe　thought　crossed　her　mind　that
  his　appeals　were　always　faint；and　then　she　was　being　carried　along　the　canal；
  eastward；　the　pressure　relaxing　somewhat　when　the　draining　of　the　side　streets
  began。
  She　remembered；　oddly；　the　Stanley　Street　bridge　where　the　many　streams　met　and
  mingled；　streams　from　the　Arundel；　the　Patuxent；　the　Arlington　and　the
  Clarendon；　and；　eager　to　prolong　and　intensify　her　sensations；　hurried　thither；
  reaching　it　at　last　and　thrusting　her　way　outward　until　she　had　gained　the
  middle；　where　she　stood　grasping　the　rail。　　The　great　structure　was　a…tremble
  from　the　assault；　its　footpaths　and　its　roadway　overrun　with　workers；　dodging
  between　trolleys　and　trucks；some　darting　nimbly；　dinner　pails　in　hand；　along
  the　steel　girders。　　Doffer　boys　romped　and　whistled；　young　girls　in　jaunty；
  Faber　Street　clothes　and　flowered　hats；　linked　to　one　another　for　protection；
  chewed　gum　and　joked；　but　for　the　most　part　these　workers　were　silent；　the
  apathy　of　their　faces　making　a　strange　contrast　with　the　hurry；　hurry　of　their
  feet　and　set　intentness　of　their　bodies　as　they　sped　homeward　to　the　tenements。
  And　the　clothes　of　these　were　drab；　save　when　the　occasional　colour　of　a　hooded
  peasant's　shawl；　like　the　slightly　faded　tints　of　an　old　master；　lit　up　a　group
  of　women。　　Here；　going　home　to　their　children；　were　Italian　mothers　bred
  through　centuries　to　endurance　and　patience；　sallow　Jewesses；　gaunt；　bearded
  Jews　with　shadowy；　half…closed　eyes　and　wrinkled　brows；　broad…faced
  Lithuanians；　flat…headed　Russians；　swarthy　Italian　men　and　pale；　blond　Germans
  mingled　with　muddy　Syrians　and　nondescript　Canadians。　　And　suddenly　the　bridge
  was　empty；　the　army　vanished　as　swiftly　as　it　came！
  Janet　turned。　　Through　the　haze　of　smoke　she　saw　the　sun　drop　like　a　ball　of
  fire　cooled　to　redness；　whose　course　is　spent。　　The　delicate　lines　of　the　upper
  bridge　were　drawn　in　sepia　against　crimson…gilt；　for　an　instant　the　cupola　of
  the　Clarendon　became　jasper；　and　far；　far　above　floated　in　the　azure　a　cloud　of
  pink　jeweller's　cotton。　　Even　as　she　strove　to　fix　these　colours　in　her　mind
  they　vanished；　the　western　sky　faded　to　magenta；　to　purple…mauve；　the　corridor
  of　the　river　darkened；　on　either　side　pale　lights　sparkled　from　the　windows　of
  the　mills；　while　down　the　deepened　blue　of　the　waters　came　floating　iridescent
  suds　from　the　washing　of　the　wools。　　It　was　given　to　her　to　know　that　which　an
  artist　of　living　memory　has　called　the　incommunicable　thrill　of　things。。。。
  CHAPTER　VIII
  The　after…effects　of　this　experience　of　Janet's　were　not　what　ordinarily　are
  called　〃spiritual；〃　though　we　may　some　day　arrive　at　a　saner　meaning　of　the
  term；　include　within　it　the　impulses　and　needs　of　the　entire　organism。　　It　left
  her　with　a　renewed　sense　of　energy　and　restlessness；　brought　her　nearer　to　high
  discoveries　of　mysterious　joys　which　a　voice　out　of　the　past　called　upon　her　to
  forego；　a　voice　somehow　identified　with　her　father！　　It　was　faint；　ineffectual。
  In　obeying　it；　would　she　not　lose　all　life　had　to　give？　　When　she　came　in　to
  supper　her　father　was　concerned　about　her　because；　instead　of　walking　home　with
  him　she　had　left　him　without　explanation　to　plunge　into　the　crowd　of　workers。
  Her　evident　state　of　excitement　had　worried　him；　her　caprice　was　beyond　his
  comprehension。　　And　how　could　she　explain　the　motives　that　led　to　it？　　She　was
  sure　he　had　never　felt　like　that；　and　as　she　evaded　his　questions　the　something
  within　her　demanding　life　and　expression　grew　stronger　and　more　rebellious；
  more　contemptuous　of　the　fear…precepts　congenial　to　a　nature　timorous　and　less
  vitalized。
  After　supper；　unable　to　sit　still；　she　went　out；　and；　filled　with　the　spirit　of
  adventure；　hurried　toward　Faber　Street；　which　was　already　thronging　with
  people。　　It　was　bright　here　and　gay；　the　shops　glittered；　and　she　wandered　from
  window　to　window　until　she　found　herself　staring　at　a　suit　of　blue　cloth　hung
  on　a　form；　beneath　which　was　a　card　that　read；　〃Marked　down　to　20。〃　　And
  suddenly　the　suggestion　flashed　into　her　mind；　why　shouldn't　she　buy　it？　　She
  had　the　money；　she　needed　a　new　suit　for　the　winter；　the　one　she　possessed　was
  getting　shabby。。。but　behind　the　excuse　of　necessity　was　the　real　reason
  triumphantly　proclaiming　itselfshe　would　look　pretty　in　it；　she　would　be
  transformed；　she　would　be　buying　a　new　character　to　which　she　would　have　to
  live　up。　　The　old　Janet　would　be　cast　off　with　the　old　raiment；　the　new　suit
  would　announce　to　herself　and　to　the　world　a　Janet　in　whom　were　released　all
  those　longings　hitherto　disguised　and　suppressed；　and　now　become　insupportable！
  This　was　what　the　purchase　meant；　a　change　of　existence　as　complete　as　that
  between　the　moth　and　the　butterfly；　and　the　realization　of　this　fact；　of　the
  audacity　she　was　resolved　to　commit　made　her　hot　as　she　gazed　at　the　suit。　　It
  was　modest　enough；　yet　it　had　a　certain　distinction　of　cut；　it　looked
  expensive：　twenty　dollars　was　not　cheap；　to　be　sure；　but　as　the　placard
  announced；　it　had　the　air　of　being　much　more　costlyeven　more　costly　than
  thirty　dollars；　which　seemed　fabulous。　　Though　she　strove　to　remain　outwardly
  calm；　her　heart　beat　rapidly　as　she　entered　the　store　and　asked　for　the
  costume；　and　was　somewhat　reassured　by　the　comportment　of　the　saleswoman；　who
  did　not　appear　to　think　the　request　preposterous；　to　regard　her　as　a
  spendthrift　and　a　profligate。　　She　took　down　the　suit　from　the　form　and　led
  Janet　to　a　cabinet　in　the　back　of　the　shop；　where　it　was　tried　on。
  〃It's　worth　every　bit　of　thirty　doll