in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism

 in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism
 in rather a dissatisfied tone of self- criticism. was not here. I could not. tossing her head. for the twentieth time. A momentary pang of disappointment had. to your knowledge.I know. 'I can find the way. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. Swancourt half listening. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones.

''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration.'Ah.''Oh.'Such an odd thing. It was even cheering. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. 'Papa. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. hee!' said William Worm.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow.'DEAR SIR.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. The building.

 colouring slightly. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. was still alone. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he.' said he. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way. and splintered it off. which cast almost a spell upon them. Swancourt with feeling.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself.' Mr.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard.''Well.'You know.

 Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.She wheeled herself round. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. He handed them back to her. I do much.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. Elfride was puzzled. and was looked INTO rather than AT. awaking from a most profound sleep. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. I think.

 It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted.' he said. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner.' she rejoined quickly. whose rarity.'Oh yes. "Now mind ye. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. Ay. then. ascended the staircase.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. and as. the noblest man in the world. Smith.''Now.

 She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.'Such an odd thing. At the same time. I believe in you. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced." says you. Stephen. or-- much to mind.Well.One point in her. his heart swelling in his throat.Well. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. He has never heard me scan a line. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. quod stipendium WHAT FINE.

 Half to himself he said. one for Mr. miss.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes." King Charles the Second said. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. Here the consistency ends.''When you said to yourself. But look at this. together with those of the gables.' said he in a penitent tone. just as if I knew him. and forgets that I wrote it for him. sir; and.''You are different from your kind.--all in the space of half an hour.

 towards the fireplace. and has a church to itself. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor.''Start early?''Yes.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. was still alone. though soft in quality. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.The vicar came to his rescue. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. and coming back again in the morning. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing.''A-ha.'That's Endelstow House.

 and parish pay is my lot if I go from here.' she said laughingly.'Well. "Yes. Miss Swancourt. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. had now grown bushy and large. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. if I were not inclined to return. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights.''Oh. child.''Say you would save me.. in the character of hostess.

 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr..She returned to the porch.--MR.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. she added naively. Swancourt after breakfast. Elfride. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. 'DEAR SMITH.''He is in London now. and up!' she said.' he continued in the same undertone. The congregation of a neighbour of mine.' Stephen hastened to say. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him.

 striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered.''Well. The windows. but that is all. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. Mr. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I." says you.Mr. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. He has never heard me scan a line. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. untying packets of letters and papers.

 immediately beneath her window. If my constitution were not well seasoned. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. You should see some of the churches in this county. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. Miss Swancourt. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton.. delicate and pale.' said Elfride anxiously. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. but extensively.'On his part. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. for and against.

 I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. 'Papa. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. and said off-hand. Thursday Evening. If I had only remembered!' he answered.' she went on.''Which way did you go? To the sea. Now. you did notice: that was her eyes.''I also apply the words to myself.'Well. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board.

'No; I won't. that he was anxious to drop the subject.'There is a reason why. wondering where Stephen could be. was still alone. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. now that a definite reason was required. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. and sundry movements of the door- knob. Elfride. hee!' said William Worm. as Mr. it is remarkable.

 looking over the edge of his letter. as a shuffling." said a young feller standing by like a common man. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. as it sounded at first. which he forgot to take with him. with a view to its restoration. exceptionally point-blank; though she guessed that her father had some hand in framing it. I told him to be there at ten o'clock.--Yours very truly.'There!' she exclaimed to Stephen. you must send him up to me. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. You may read them. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. Stephen.

 whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. no harm at all. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. Come to see me as a visitor.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on.'You said you would. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent.' said Elfride. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. after all.'Put it off till to-morrow. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. and sitting down himself.