He looked at her reproachfully. How you dress when you're loafing will be no concern of mine; but fresh twill or Shantung, when you dine with me, collar and tie. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. It was at the top of the building, and looked clear over a clustering mass of inferior buildings toward Regent’s Park. About her, as she had gone day by day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution.
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