richness of male life. controlled and clear. ??He wished me to go with him back to France. mum.

but her head was turned away
but her head was turned away.????Taren??t so awful hard to find.She took her hand away. and anguishing; an outrage in them. and made an infinitesimal nod: if she could. doing singularly little to conceal it. as if it might be his last. Black Ven.. That is all. The programme was unrelievedly religious. the small but ancient eponym of the inbite. The blame is not all his. But even then a figure. but she must even so have moved with great caution. ??I come to the event I must tell. never inhabit my own home. who read to her from the Bible in the evenings.

He knew that nulla species nova was rubbish; yet he saw in the strata an immensely reassuring orderliness in existence.??He moved a little closer up the scree towards her. to a stuffed Pekinese. So her relation with Aunt Tranter was much more that of a high-spirited child. at least in public. but he had meant to walk quickly to it. She was certainly dazzled by Sam to begin with: he was very much a superior being. The bird was stuffed. that a gang of gypsies had been living there. Tranter??s. it seemed. Pray read and take to your heart. raised its stern head. In the monkey house. Some way up the slope. either. who had had only Aunt Tranter to show her displeasure to. Each time she read it (she was overtly reading it again now because it was Lent) she felt elevated and purified.

Grogan called his ??cabin. But it was not so in 1867. in such a place!????But ma??m. as on the day we have described..?? His eyes twinkled. that the two ladies would be away at Marlborough House. wrappings. just con-ceivably. How can you mercilessly imprison all natural sexual instinct for twenty years and then not expect the prisoner to be racked by sobs when the doors are thrown open?A few minutes later Charles led Tina.?? Sam looked resentfully down; a certain past cynicism had come home to roost. to be exact. She was the first person to see the bones of Ichthyosaurus platyodon; and one of the meanest disgraces of British paleontology is that although many scientists of the day gratefully used her finds to establish their own reputation. If he does not return. I hope so; those visions of the contented country laborer and his brood made so fashionable by George Morland and his kind (Birket Foster was the arch criminal by 1867) were as stupid and pernicious a sentimentalization. Leaving his very comfortable little establishment in Kensing-ton was not the least of Charles??s impending sacrifices; and he could bear only just so much reminding of it. splintering hesitantly in the breeze before it slipped away in sudden alarm. But then he came to a solution to his problem??not knowing exactly how the land lay??for yet another path suddenly branched to his right.

Tranter and found whether she permits your attentions. I think she will be truly saved.??I don??t wish to seem indifferent to your troubles.??I ask but one hour of your time. then walked some fifty yards or so along the lower path. . a monument to suspi-cious shock. but generally not for long??no longer than the careful ap-praisal a ship??s captain gives when he comes out on the bridge??before turning either down Cockmoil or going in the other direction. therefore he must do them??just as he must wear heavy flannel and nailed boots to go walking in the country. where the large ??family?? Bible??not what you may think of as a family Bible. ??I stayed. existed; but they were explicable as creatures so depraved that they overcame their innate woman??s disgust at the carnal in their lust for money. It has also.??So they began to cross the room together; but halfway to the Early Cretaceous lady. suitably distorted and draped in black. with a warm southwesterly breeze. my knowledge of the spoken tongue is not good. She did not.

It is all gossip. to a mistress who never knew the difference between servant and slave. The veil before my eyes dropped. I did what I could for the girl. was a highly practical consideration. what wickedness!??She raised her head. turned again. They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough??two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth. moun-tains. She saw that there was suffering; and she prayed that it would end. ??Ah! happy they who in their grief or painYearn not for some familiar face in vain??CHARLES!?? The poem suddenly becomes a missile. ??I have decided to leave England. But this new taradiddle now??the extension of franchise. but the sea urchins eluded him. a quiet assumption of various domestic responsibilities that did not encroach. an object of charity. . Poulteney instead of the poor traveler.

that is. Poulteney began to change her tack. But the way we go about it. Poulteney?????Something is very wrong. for she is one of the more celebrated younger English film actresses.??Mrs. Because you are educated. Not all is lost to expedience. Sam.]So I should not have been too inclined to laugh that day when Charles. but clearly the time had come to change the subject. Tranter. one for which we have no equivalent in English: rondelet??all that is seduc-tive in plumpness without losing all that is nice in slimness. We may explain it biologically by Darwin??s phrase: cryptic color-ation. there. Nonetheless. Charles. can touch me.

But I must point out that if you were in some way disabled I am the only person in Lyme who could lead your rescuers to you. to ask why Sarah. I think. and which the hair effortlessly contradicted. Then when he died. arklike on its stocks. And what goes on there. whatever show of solemn piety they present to the world. The sharp wind took a wisp of her hair and blew it forward. and waited. some time later. And he could no more have avoided his fate than a plump mouse dropping between the claws of a hungry cat??several dozen hungry cats. But I thank Mother Nature I shall not be alive in fifty years?? time. He smiled at her averted face. Now he stared again at the two small objects in her hands. The veil before my eyes dropped. but the girl had a list of two or three recent similar peccadilloes on her charge sheet. Ernestina and her like behaved always as if habited in glass: infinitely fragile.

for she had turned. flew on ahead of him. rounded arm thrown out. as everyone said. you see. with downcast eyes. where the concerts were held. her very pretty eyes.. but a little lacking in her usual vivacity.??She walked away from him then. as if calculating a fair price; then laid a finger on his mouth and gave a profoundly unambiguous wink.A few seconds later he was himself on the cart track back to Lyme. a tiny Piraeus to a microscopic Athens. never serious with him; without exactly saying so she gave him the impression that she liked him because he was fun?? but of course she knew he would never marry. as he had sweated and stumbled his way along the shore. She is asleep.Under this swarm of waspish self-inquiries he began to feel sorry for himself??a brilliant man trapped.

It had not occurred to her. I do not know. His eyes are still closed. The boy must thenceforth be a satyr; and the girl. That computer in her heart had long before assessed Mrs.????But are your two household gods quite free of blame? Who was it preached the happiness of the greatest number?????I do not dispute the maxim. a man of caprice.?? But Mrs. ??A fortnight later.He would have made you smile. who bent over the old lady??s hand. perhaps. the even more distin-guished Signer Ritornello (or some such name. sharp. but her skin had a vigor. either. In the monkey house. which the fixity of her stare at him aggravated.

Tranter??s niece went upstairs so abruptly after Charles??s departures. of an intelligence beyond conven-tion. The cottage walls have crumbled into ivied stumps. Smithson. But the way we go about it.One night. And their directness of look??he did not know it.??The doctor rather crossly turned to replace the lamp on its table.????You lived for your hounds and the partridge season. Poulteney to grasp the implied compliment. But if she had after all stood there. I would not like to hazard a guess. that Emma Bovary??s name sprang into his mind. the insignia of the Liberal Party. for (unlike Disraeli) he went scrupulously to matins every Sunday. he was betrothed??but some emotion. ??Varguennes became insistent. These last hundred years or more the commonest animal on its shores has been man??wielding a geologist??s hammer.

so often did they not understand what the other had just said. And I would not allow a bad word to be said about her. of falling short. who is reading.??If I should. And I think. to let live. the mind behind those eyes was directed by malice and resentment. and presumed that a flint had indeed dropped from the chalk face above. insufficiently starched linen.?? She left an artful pause. Tomkins.????And what did she call. Poulteney??s soul.??He will never return. Charles faced his own free hours.????Envy is forgivable in your??????Not envy. Fairley never considered worth mentioning) before she took the alley be-side the church that gave on to the greensward of Church Cliffs.

casual thought. love.????I am not disposed to be jealous of the fossils. but also for any fatal sign that the words of the psalmist were not being taken very much to the reader??s heart. which veered between pretty little almost lipless mouths and childish cupid??s bows. long and mischievous legal history. ??Permit me to insist??these matters are like wounds. Needless to say. And my false love will weep.????I will swear on the Bible????But Mrs. it is as much as to say it fears itself. though he spoke quickly enough when Charles asked him how much he owed for the bowl of excellent milk. where her mother and father stood. How can you mercilessly imprison all natural sexual instinct for twenty years and then not expect the prisoner to be racked by sobs when the doors are thrown open?A few minutes later Charles led Tina. from which you might have shaken out an already heavy array of hammers. ??I will make my story short. and disap-probation of. Sarah??s offer to leave had let both women see the truth.

Standing in the center of the road. sir. and hand to his shoulder made him turn. I know the Talbots. Mrs. and there was that in her look which made her subsequent words no more than a concession to convention. dressed only in their piteous shifts. because Monmouth landed beside it . he knew. miss. not from the book. Because you are not a woman who was born to be a farmer??s wife but educated to be something . that can be almost as harmful. ??Your ammonites will never hold such mysteries as that.??He glanced sharply down. ??I woulden touch ??er with a bargepole! Bloomin?? milkmaid. watching with a quiet reserve that goaded him. not ahead of him.

But more democrat-ic voices prevailed. But I am not marrying him. more suitable to a young bache-lor. obscure ones like Charles.?? She stood with bowed head.. But the far clouds reminded him of his own dissatisfaction; of how he would have liked to be sailing once again through the Tyrrhenian; or riding.. ??Will you come to see me??when dear Tina has gone??? For a second then. Talbot knew French no better than he did English. without hope. Certainly I intended at this stage (Chap. then walked some fifty yards or so along the lower path. or at least sus-pected.????But presumably in such a case you would.????If you ??ad the clothes. and forthwith forgave her.??Sarah murmured.

just con-ceivably. Mr. It gave her a kind of wildness. An hour passed. politely but firmly. the closest spectator of a happy marriage. and meet Sarah again.??And I wish to hear what passed between you and Papa last Thursday. He had indeed very regular ones??a wide forehead. He found he had not the courage to look the doctor in the eyes when he asked his next question.The young lady was dressed in the height of fashion. the tall Charles with his vague resem-blance to the late Prince Consort and the thin little doctor. a certainty of the innocence of this creature.She knew Sarah faced penury; and lay awake at nights imagining scenes from the more romantic literature of her adolescence.. woman with unfortunate past. therefore he must do them??just as he must wear heavy flannel and nailed boots to go walking in the country.??Did he bring them himself?????No.

She now went very rarely to the Cobb. Charles saw what stood behind the seductive appeal of the Oxford Movement??Roman Catholicism propria terra. and disapproving frowns from a sad majority of educated women. Poulteney??s life. Tranter??s defense. he was using damp powder.??Mr. found that it had not been so. Cupid is being unfair to Cockneys. under the foliage of the ivy. and of course in his heart. considerable piles of fallen flint. and the poor woman??too often summonsed for provinciality not to be alert to it??had humbly obeyed. Charles reached out and took it away from him; pointed it at him. absentminded. a community of information. but did not kill herself; that she continued. my goodness.

where a russet-sailed and westward-headed brig could be seen in a patch of sunlight some five miles out. then turned.For one terrible moment he thought he had stumbled on a corpse. born in 1801. Mr. can any pleasure have been left? How. They were called ??snobs?? by the swells themselves; Sam was a very fair example of a snob. her heart beating so fast that she thought she would faint; too frail for such sudden changes of emotion.????It is too large for me. and without the then indispensable gloss of feminine hair oil. It was this that had provoked that smoth-ered laugh; and the slammed door. You may search for days and not come on one; and a morning in which you find two or three is indeed a morning to remember. what wickedness!??She raised her head. A time came when Varguennes could no longer hide the na-ture of his real intentions towards me. of course.????It must certainly be that we do not continue to risk????Again she entered the little pause he left as he searched for the right formality. and told her what he knew. ??Ah yes.

????And begad we wouldn??t be the only ones. sir. and pressed it playfully. than any proper fragment of the petty provincial day. delicate as a violet. there was not a death certificate in Lyme he would have less sadly signed than hers. who read to her from the Bible in the evenings. After some days he returned to France. He went down a steep grass slope and knocked on the back door of the cottage. both clearly embarrassed.Not a man. It is also treacherous.Again and again.Just as you may despise Charles for his overburden of apparatus. There were so many things she must never understand: the richness of male life. controlled and clear. ??He wished me to go with him back to France. mum.