Thomas Hardy,
Desperate Remedies — 2. JULY THE TWENTY-NINTH
(1871)
“ Something forbade--''What?' she exclaimed.'Something forbade me--till the kiss--yes, till the kiss came; and now nothing shall forbid it! We'll hope in spite of all. . . I must, however, speak of this love of ours to your brother. Dearest, you had better go indoors whilst I meet him at the station, and explain everything.'Cytherea's short-lived bliss was dead and gone. O, if she had known of this sequel would she have allowed him to break down the barrier of mere acquaintanceship--never, never! ”
