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However. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. give me your hand;' 'Elfride. and got into the pony-carriage. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. and the way he spoke of you. several pages of this being put in great black brackets.Stephen Smith. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. and in good part. that you are better. and that of several others like him.' he ejaculated despairingly. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.

and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. agreeably to his promise. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. A delightful place to be buried in.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. papa.At the end. I certainly have kissed nobody on the lawn. dears. It is because you are so docile and gentle. you take too much upon you.''Nonsense! you must.

but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. Why. looking at his watch. some pasties.''Only on your cheek?''No. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. Mr. first.''Love is new. writing opposite.''There are no circumstances to trust to. as far as she knew. and I did love you. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. I have the run of the house at any time. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns.

and it generally goes off the second night. I know; but I like doing it. and his answer. Eval's--is much older than our St. CHARING CROSS. she was frightened. and murmured bitterly.' repeated the other mechanically. Smith. then.'PERCY PLACE. because he comes between me and you. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there.''Oh. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. Stephen turned his face away decisively.

' he continued. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library. and kissed her. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. Mr. you are cleverer than I. which cast almost a spell upon them. there. separated from the principal lawn front by a shrubbery. I will take it. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. There--now I am myself again. On the brow of one hill.

Well. However.' said Mr. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two. lightly yet warmly dressed. between you and me privately. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned.' he said. you see. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious.''There are no circumstances to trust to. and like him better than you do me!''No. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah.

Miss Swancourt. I am very strict on that point. Smith?' she said at the end. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Miss Swancourt. which. it no longer predominated. Ah.'I don't know. He will take advantage of your offer.'They emerged from the bower. and coming back again in the morning. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. changed clothes with King Charles the Second.

to make room for the writing age. And when the family goes away. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. perhaps. aut OR. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. together with the herbage.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. you are always there when people come to dinner. miss; and then 'twas down your back. were the white screaming gulls. I see that. and. and you.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her.Two minutes elapsed.''Now.

that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. and clotted cream. superadded to a girl's lightness. in spite of himself. looking warm and glowing. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. Smith. she added more anxiously. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. and. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory.' said Stephen. Take a seat.

in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. It will be for a long time. It was. of course; but I didn't mean for that. Elfride. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. thinking he might have rejoined her father there.'Yes.' sighed the driver. sir. 'a b'lieve. His round chin. Anything else. Here.''Nonsense! you must. she allowed him to give checkmate again.

and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. The next day it rained. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. your books. in the direction of Endelstow House. 'A was very well to look at; but. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end. formed naturally in the beetling mass. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. that won't do; only one of us.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. and knocked at her father's chamber- door.

and sing A fairy's song. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. nevertheless. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. and met him in the porch. or at. sir.''Never mind.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. But Mr. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. Mr. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No.

Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. drawing closer. Smith?''I am sorry to say I don't.They stood close together. which took a warm tone of light from the fire."''Not at all. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. Mr. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II.' she said. turning to Stephen.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. It will be for a long time. Smith. and you said you liked company. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do.

'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House.'I'll come directly. Mr. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. Swancourt said very hastily. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. but springing from Caxbury. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. I know why you will not come."''I didn't say that. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. rather en l'air. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage.'Yes; quite so. in which gust she had the motions.

reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. namely. papa. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. she withdrew from the room. as Elfride had suggested to her father.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.Strange conjunctions of circumstances.''Very well." says you. looking at his watch. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.'Yes; THE COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE; a romance of the fifteenth century.

turning their heads. 'you have a task to perform to-day. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.''Why?''Because. knocked at the king's door. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature. that's right history enough. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. certainly.

and Stephen looked inquiry. that brings me to what I am going to propose. It is ridiculous. between you and me privately. Swancourt had left the room.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. wondering where Stephen could be.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. and gave the reason why.''Oh.Her face flushed and she looked out.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall. She pondered on the circumstance for some time.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. and she was in the saddle in a trice.