Return of the Native by Thomas Hardy
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exclaimed against a man of that sort, and been quite wild; but it is all
past now." "Will you go, dearest? Come secretly with me to Bristol, marry me, and turn our backs upon this dog-hole of England for ever? Say Yes." "I want to get away from here at almost any cost," she said with weariness, "but I don't like to go with you. Give me more time to decide." "I have already," said Wildeve. "Well, I give you one more week." "A little longer, so that I may tell you decisively. I have to consider so many things. Fancy Thomasin being anxious to get rid of you! I cannot forget it." "Never mind that. Say Monday week. I will be here precisely at this time." "Let it be at Rainbarrow," said she. "This is too near home; my grandfather may be walking out." "Thank you, dear. On Monday week at this time I will be at the Barrow. Till then good-bye." "Good-bye. No, no, you must not touch me now. Shaking hands is enough till I have made up my mind." Eustacia watched his shadowy form till it had disappeared. She placed her hand to her forehead and breathed heavily; and then her rich, |
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