One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. He would be so disappointed.
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