All over the world there was the same breaking of bonds; and the same instinct towards _violence_.

"The violent taketh by force." Was it the instinct that war leaves, and must leave, behind it--its most sinister, or its most pregnant, legacy?
She was passionately conscious of it, and of a strange thirst to carry it into reckless action.

The unrest in her was the same unrest that was driving men everywhere--and women, too--into industrial disturbance and moral revolt.

The old is done with; and the Tree of Life needs to be well shaken before the new fruit will drop.
Wild thoughts like these ran through her mind.

Then she scoffed at herself for such large notions, about so small a thing.