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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy Desperate Remedies — 9. THE ELEVENTH OF SEPTEMBER (1871)

Can you think the worse of an ardent man, Cytherea, for showing some anxiety in love?'
'No, no.' She could not say more. She was always ill at ease when he spoke of himself as a piece of human nature in that analytical way, and wanted to be out of his presence. The time of day, and the proximity of the house, afforded her a means of escape. 'I must be with Miss Aldclyffe now--will you excuse my hasty coming and going?' she said prettily.
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Portrait of Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy Desperate Remedies — 9. THE ELEVENTH OF SEPTEMBER (1871)

The perturbed little brain had reckoned wrong. 'Well, it must be a Friday,' she murmured in a reverie.
'No: have it altered, of course,' said Miss Aldclyffe cheerfully. 'There's nothing bad in Friday, but such a creature as you will be thinking about its being unlucky--in fact, I wouldn't choose a Friday myself to be married on, since all the other days are equally available.'
'I shall not have it altered,' said Cytherea firmly
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