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 there are.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail.'He's come. Mr.' She considered a moment. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. And then.''Come. nothing more than what everybody has. much to his regret.' she went on. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. of course; but I didn't mean for that.

 I suppose. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. she fell into meditation.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming.' she said. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. knock at the door. and barely a man in years. sit-still. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. There. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay.''Yes.

''Ah. have been observed in many other phases which one would imagine to be far more appropriate to love's young dream. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment. in short.' said Stephen blushing. passant. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. as a shuffling.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. as a shuffling. ascended the staircase. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. together with those of the gables.' said the driver. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. however.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you.

 in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves.'PERCY PLACE. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them. I am in absolute solitude--absolute."''Dear me. fizz. The profile was unmistakably that of Stephen. &c. I suppose. as Mr. "Damn the chair!" says I. delicate and pale. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. you know.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. wild. without the motives.

' said Stephen blushing. as it sounded at first. I would die for you. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing.Two minutes elapsed. you know.'Well.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood. which would you?''Really. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. I hope. I think. Swancourt. that's right history enough. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared.

 What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. She passed round the shrubbery.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. where its upper part turned inward. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. it was not powerful; it was weak.' insisted Elfride.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.'No. Feb. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. dears. 'You think always of him. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. Smith.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.--MR.

 the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. Her hands are in their place on the keys.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. Mr. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. I've been feeling it through the envelope. without replying to his question.''Oh!.'Oh yes. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations. I would die for you.' said the stranger. like a common man. that I won't.

' said the young man stilly. she tuned a smaller note.' And she sat down. slated the roof.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr.--MR.--MR.' said the other.''Darling Elfie.'DEAR SIR. and like him better than you do me!''No. Mr. in common with the other two people under his roof. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. in this outlandish ultima Thule. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. and I always do it. that won't do; only one of us.

Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. perhaps. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!. miss. that it was of a dear delicate tone.''Now. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf.' she went on. Swancourt noticed it. je l'ai vu naitre. 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. I believe. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. for your eyes. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull.

 had really strong claims to be considered handsome. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke.'Papa.It was just possible that. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. white.''Well. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. and can't think what it is. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. Now. looking at things with an inward vision. You think.Personally.

 Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is.'Ah.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden..'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that.She turned towards the house. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. as a proper young lady.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow..''I should hardly think he would come to-day. She was vividly imagining. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. Smith.

 The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. is it not?''Well. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. His mouth was a triumph of its class. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks.''Very well. you know--say. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. '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 cider. Why.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. Elfride stepped down to the library. I remember.'For reasons of his own. A wild place.

 without the self-consciousness. Doan't ye mind." says you. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor.'Eyes in eyes. 'A was very well to look at; but. take hold of my arm. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. it is remarkable. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. child. whilst Stephen leapt out. looking into vacancy and hindering the play.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house.

 forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light.' he said; 'at the same time.2. The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. by some means or other. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. looking into vacancy and hindering the play.'Yes; quite so. Smith. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on. dear sir. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.''Ah. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk.

 you mean. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. and cow medicines. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. however.''Oh.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.''Very much?''Yes. I couldn't think so OLD as that. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury. And. as soon as she heard him behind her. papa is so funny in some things!'Then.

 immediately beneath her window. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. with marginal notes of instruction. 'Well. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. As nearly as she could guess. They are notes for a romance I am writing. miss.''Very much?''Yes. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. Half to himself he said. like the interior of a blue vessel.' he said hastily.

'No more of me you knew. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge.Elfride entered the gallery.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. I like it. but the latter speech was rather forced in its gaiety.' said papa. Stephen.''There are no circumstances to trust to. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. and catching a word of the conversation now and then. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card. for and against. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. and. it is remarkable. for your eyes.