Cytherea caught at the chance afforded her of not betraying herself. 'Yes, I know her,' she said.
'Well,' said Miss Hinton, 'I am really vexed if my speaking so lightly of any friend of yours has hurt your feelings, but—'
'O, never mind,' Cytherea returned; 'it doesn't matter, Miss Hinton. I think I must leave you now. I have to call at other places. Yes—I must go.'
Desperate Remedies
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Thomas Hardy
