Desperate Remedies by Thomas Hardy
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'He has told me all,' said Graye soothingly. 'He is going off early
to-morrow morning. 'Twas a shame of him to win you away from me, and cruel of you to keep the growth of this attachment a secret.' 'We couldn't help it,' she said, and then jumping up--'Owen, has he told you _all_?' 'All of your love from beginning to end,' he said simply. Edward then had not told more--as he ought to have done: yet she could not convict him. But she would struggle against his fetters. She tingled to the very soles of her feet at the very possibility that he might be deluding her. 'Owen,' she continued, with dignity, 'what is he to me? Nothing. I must dismiss such weakness as this--believe me, I will. Something far more pressing must drive it away. I have been looking my position steadily in the face, and I must get a living somehow. I mean to advertise once more.' 'Advertising is no use.' 'This one will be.' He looked surprised at the sanguine tone of her answer, till she took a piece of paper from the table and showed it him. 'See what I am going to do,' she said sadly, almost bitterly. This was her third effort:-- 'LADY'S-MAID. Inexperienced. Age eighteen.--G., 3 Cross Street, Budmouth.' |
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