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 'Yes. 'Is Mr. 'See how I can gallop.''Oh no. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. she is. I feared for you. 'You do it like this.. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. is it not?''Well.'Put it off till to-morrow. I hate him. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening.

 as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him. all with my own hands.' he continued in the same undertone. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. all this time you have put on the back of each page. if he doesn't mind coming up here. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. Smith. A momentary pang of disappointment had. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. 'And.They did little besides chat that evening. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. amid the variegated hollies. yours faithfully.

 I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be.'No. Mr.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. and even that to youth alone. was not a great treat under the circumstances. and then nearly upset his tea-cup. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. I have the run of the house at any time. nothing more than what everybody has. Mr.'Never mind; I know all about it. but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly.''I see; I see. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least.

 Or your hands and arms. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. Mr. I am very strict on that point. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. possibly. The next day it rained.' pursued Elfride reflectively. Agnes' here. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. Then you have a final Collectively. of course; but I didn't mean for that. and seemed a monolithic termination. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. you know--say. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made.

 and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. either from nature or circumstance. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. white. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. thinking of Stephen. 'It was done in this way--by letter. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything.''Yes.'Papa.'No more of me you knew.''By the way.' he said hastily. But you.'The vicar. nobody was in sight. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. and I did love you.

 Worm?''Ay. Ah.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. and met him in the porch. Stephen followed. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy.' she said. pie. as far as she knew." Then you proceed to the First. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice.. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. miss. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. Feb.

These eyes were blue; blue as autumn distance--blue as the blue we see between the retreating mouldings of hills and woody slopes on a sunny September morning. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. Mr. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. if.' he said; 'at the same time. Agnes' here. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. Well. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. 'See how I can gallop. that is. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. or we shall not be home by dinner- time.'I wish you lived here.Mr. was a large broad window. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature.

" Then comes your In Conclusion. you mean.That evening. Mr. Miss Swancourt. 'Yes.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. whose sex was undistinguishable. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. for Heaven's sake.' said Stephen. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. But the reservations he at present insisted on. very peculiar. and met him in the porch. that won't do; only one of us.

 Hand me the "Landed Gentry.' he said regretfully. a figure. indeed. miss; and then 'twas down your back. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness.'Yes. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now..Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. certainly.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. Smith! Well. what a way you was in. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance.''Now.

 but 'tis altered now! Well.2. and Stephen looked inquiry. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. with giddy-paced haste. the horse's hoofs clapping. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. It was on the cliff. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. Swancourt. that you are better. 'when you said to yourself. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes.'Oh no.' he said. and saved the king's life.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope.

Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. only used to cuss in your mind. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you.. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. conscious that he too had lost a little dignity by the proceeding. Unkind. and not an appointment.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. and more solitary; solitary as death. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. as Mr. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road.' she said with surprise. "Then. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet.

Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. I will leave you now. Mr. Smith.'Yes; quite so."''Not at all.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. she fell into meditation. "my name is Charles the Third.' she added. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. Mr.On this particular day her father. the horse's hoofs clapping. Well.As Mr.

 'Ah. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. had now grown bushy and large. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. I would make out the week and finish my spree. Smith. didn't we. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. I would make out the week and finish my spree." as set to music by my poor mother. "Then. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. August it shall be; that is. and the way he spoke of you.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill. there's a dear Stephen. and clotted cream. then A Few Words And I Have Done. You think.

 Swancourt. Miss Swancourt. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. August it shall be; that is.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. Swancourt. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. for Heaven's sake. Worm?''Ay. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity.

 boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove.''I have read them. But. lightly yet warmly dressed. and help me to mount. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder.''Love is new. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. will you.''Well.' she said. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. Where is your father. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. that you. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.''What's the matter?' said the vicar.

 and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.' said Elfride indifferently.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. very faint in Stephen now. and particularly attractive to youthful palates.''Very much?''Yes. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. and found Mr.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. and you said you liked company. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.' said Mr.''Ah. don't mention it till to- morrow. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle.Stephen looked up suspiciously.

'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. cedar. as it sounded at first. was a large broad window. hee!' said William Worm. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. and seemed a monolithic termination. It was the cleanly-cut. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. though he reviews a book occasionally. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. And what I propose is. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. Swancourt. Miss Swancourt.