One o'clock
she said to herself fearsomely . `` I do not care a damn . I 'm off ! '' One o'clock found her in the West End , a shabby , thin-faced woman of the suburbs , rubbing shoulders with scores of other women jostling round the shop windows . All that she saw she longed for ; but none of it was she foolish enough to buy . Some cold prudence , an offshoot of her curious anger of the morning which still lingered with her , restrained . Unformed , but working in her mind , was the beginning of an impression that during this coming year she had some definite course to follow , plan to make ; she felt , almost heroically , as if she were going to salve herself from something she had not , till lately , before her glass , dared to define .