human
Oh yes, she murmured,
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I shall call you Phillis. My name is Victoria.
human
And you will tell me more about girls in society.
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I will show you girls in society, which is a great deal better for you,
human
I looked at the girls I saw yesterday as we drove through the streets. Some of them were walking like this. She had been standing during most of this conversation, and now she began walking across the room in that ungraceful pose of the body which was more affected last year than at present. Ladies do occasionally have intervals of lunacy in the matter of taste, but if you give them time they come round again. Even crinolines went out at last, after the beauty of a whole generation had been spoiled by them.
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Then there were others, who walked like this. She laid her head on one side, and affected a languid air, which I have myself remarked as being prevalent in the High Street of Islington. Now the way from Highgate to Carnarvon Square lies through that thoroughfare.
human
Then there were the boys. I never dreamed of such a lot of boys. And they were all whistling. This was the tune.
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Tommy, make room for your Uncle, and was called
human
Hold the Fort.
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My dear, _dear_ DEAR girl, she cried,
human
Is it wrong to whistle?
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Not morally wrong, I suppose. Girls never do anything morally wrong. But it is far worse, Phillis, far worse; it is unspeakably vulgar.
human
Oh, said Phillis,
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I am so sorry!
human
And, my dear, one thing more. Do not cultivate the power of mimicry, which you undoubtedly possess. Men are afraid of young ladies who can imitate them. For actresses, authors, artists, and common people of that sort, of course it does not matter. But for us it is different. And now, Phillis, I must leave you till to-morrow. I have great hopes of you. You have an excellent figure, a very pretty and attractive face, winning eyes, and a taste in dress which only wants cultivation. And that we will begin to-morrow at Melton and Mowbray's.
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Oh yes, said Phillis, clapping her hands,
human
She has--never--seen--a Shop! cried Mrs. Cassilis.
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Child, it is hard indeed to realise your Awful condition of mind. That a girl of nineteen should be able to say that she has never seen a Shop! My dear, your education has been absolutely unchristian. And poor Mr. Dyson, I fear, cut off suddenly in his sins, without the chance of repentance.
human
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
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Dragoon of the joint literary venture--
human
THE LITTLE SPHERE, by the Dragoon and the Younger Son --is standing in that contemplative attitude by which hungry men, awaiting the announcement of dinner, veil an indecent eagerness to begin. The other, the
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Younger Son,