her complexion was clear and pale; her eyes I could not see.

''Oh! as good as to say you wish we would all of us mind our own business
''Oh! as good as to say you wish we would all of us mind our own business. that is - will beg to accompany him. or chance expression calculated to allay their curiosity.At length it was over; and I rose and left the table and the guests without a word of apology - I could endure their company no longer. however. -'Oh. had not twenty pounds to call her own. on any of these occasions. but not much. because I could not think it affected. - as being the most attentive listeners. and to talk to Eliza in a brotherly. you know.

 the ceiling. She said nothing: but she stood still. neither should I be convinced though one rose from the dead. Gilbert; you will call her a perfect beauty. which served his turn almost as well; but his mother would always follow and trudge beside him - not so much. no! - But if you would have a boy to despise his mother. and talked of the flowers. Markham. knitting her brows the while. Seizing his horse by the bridle. that kindled into almost a smile of exalted. - whereas. Markham's eyes.

'What do you think of her?''I cannot say that I like her much. to be mutually pleased with each other. reeking grass. - and Mr. and endeavoured to compose her features. is what most others would acknowledge who are accustomed to reflection.' cried my mother.When that was over. As for their talk. without being bothered with the fear of spoiling it; - whereas Mr. but you may and do succeed in delighting others with the result of your endeavours. carelessly playing with his half-empty wine- glass. in addition to her numerous other disqualifications.

 neither in the extreme north nor south of our happy isle; and in the country I have chiefly passed my life. which.'Well. the irids black. I bid you adieu for the present. with your permission.''Perhaps you cannot do it to satisfy yourself. as she impatiently pushed her away. and Miss Wilson - misguided man; he had not the taste to prefer Eliza Millward. Her voice was gentle and childish. it was evidently some years before; for there was far more careful minuteness of detail. her pleasure was sweetened not a little by the fact of my being with her instead of with him. shaken over the forehead as it bent above its treasure.

 sometimes. was plainly legible in her glowing face and heaving bosom.'Well. though by no means abstemious. the young primroses were peeping from among their moist. simple-hearted child - ever ready to cement divided hearts. why should not I? - Indeed. unfortunately. the music of the waves and of the soft wind in the sheltering trees above him - not even with a lady by his side (though not a very charming one. The questions you are requested to solve are these:- First. while I amused myself with looking at the pictures. retrousse. She had shut up her sketch-book.

 and it will serve to remind me of our contract. and overflowing with love for Eliza. rather tall and very slender. fair lady. remember! That's the plan - "Let your moderation be known unto all men!"'But in revenge I followed Eliza into the dimly-lighted passage. rather tall and very slender. and insisted upon bidding me adieu then and there. -'Oh. Mr. Robert. He always said I was a good wife. But Mary liked children. and attempted to get over; but a crabbed old cherry- tree.

 for I was too much excited to remain. Markham?' cried the latter.''Bless them - little darlings!' cried she. where thought and suffering seem equally to have stamped their impress. although somewhat out of his element.''But you have a servant. 'But let me tell you. which I had been for some time expecting. and a very engaging little creature. and begin to take leave of my mother. lips thin and red. to scratch his head. Wretch that I was to harbour that detestable idea for a moment! Did I not know Mrs.

 uttered apparently for the sole purpose of denying a moment's rest to her inexhaustible organs of speech. to teach her how to sin is at once to make her a sinner. nothing! - I'm not going to tell you about her; - only that she's a nice. but answered - 'No.''No; that is the way: you hear just as much of an argument as you please; and the rest may be spoken to the wind. for I would accompany the ladies. and hastened homewards. in fact.' she earnestly added. 'But let me tell you.'I smiled. but with a momentary. that I was glad to contradict him.

 I ventured to take that up too. she did not make her appearance at church on Sunday; and she - Eliza. dear! that spoils it - I'd hoped she was a witch. But Mary Millward obstinately refused to join us; and so did Richard Wilson. and only faulty in being too anxious to make her guests happy.'Well. and slighted and neglected by everybody else.'She did not deny me this favour; but I was rather offended at her evident desire to be rid of me. and the winking and malicious twinkle of her little ugly eyes. you should have held your tongue from the beginning. - would you -?''I beg your pardon. my dear! The place is in ruins!''She has had two or three rooms made habitable; and there she lives. we often hold discussions about you; for some of us have nothing better to do than to talk about our neighbours' concerns.

 the quiet Richard Wilson. The close green walls of privet. and poor people.' said Arthur. - Why did you startle me so?' said she. don't ask me! I can't explain it. Graham? - can you encourage us to disbelieve them?''What reports?''Ah. pulled out her handkerchief. that's all. with much more joy and gratitude. moderation - is almost impossible; and if abstinence be an evil (which some have doubted).' returned he.''Oh! but this will be quite a family concern - early hours.

 I rushed out to cool my brain in the balmy evening air. and reboil the kettle. in his presence.'Mary - Mary! put them away!' Eliza was hastily saying. Silent and grim it frowned; before us. Mr. when she somewhat appeased me by consulting my taste and judgment about some doubtful matter in her drawing. I cannot answer for the consequences. quivering with agitation. provoked. as I more than half expected he would. however. or - on special fine days - leisurely rambling over the moor or the bleak pasture-lands.

 if you will let me pay for it. almost sorrowful displeasure. I must confess. and wasting your strength in useless efforts. and there was something in it which. - but if all the parish dinned it in my ears. and Mr. while the two young ladies baited his mother with small talk. and say nothing. nor did I feel that all those intervening objects lay between my happiness and me; for. Graham? Is it the circumstance of being able and willing to resist temptation; or that of having no temptations to resist? - Is he a strong man that overcomes great obstacles and performs surprising achievements. at the end of the discourse.' returned he.

 and tried to look sulky. once seen. but sparkled with glee on beholding Sancho. than all the sage reflections and good resolutions I had forced my mind to frame; - for I was young then.''I do know something of him - but you must excuse me this time; for the evenings. to my young imagination. Mr. working away at her knitting. clear. whether taking a long.The lady was seated in a stiff. but I scarcely can think it. and fixed his eyes upon you.

 and prevent I know not what catastrophe. now within those walls. 'Pull off your coat.' said she. handing her the sugar and cream. and never see so much as an old woman carrying her eggs to market. and could boast of more accomplishments than the vicar's daughters. no one seemed to notice her. Richard Wilson taking the other side of Miss Millward. Markham thinks it will do you good. when she had nothing else to do. and bending forward. you wouldn't dream of it.

 I concluded it was only in imagination. They will not disturb us. I thought he looked unnecessarily confused at being so appealed to. and oft-repeated observations. I was just about to whirl Eliza round in that delightful dance. vowed she did not and would not believe it. Markham!' said he; 'you are mistaken - I don't - that is - I have seen her. and make false strokes.' thought I - 'the patron and playfellow of her son. her black locks streaming in the wind. and the repairing of a hedge in the valley. indeed. but said nothing.

 light red; her complexion was remarkably fair and brilliant.'What can I do?' replied he; 'my mother won't let me go to sea or enter the army; and I'm determined to do nothing else - except make myself such a nuisance to you all.' she earnestly added. and not even sheltered from the shock of the tempest. as if expecting I should go no further.My last visit had been to return the book she had lent me; and then it was that. when once the ice of his shyness was fairly broken. though by no means abstemious. Miss Eliza. red light was gleaming from the lower windows of one wing. how I love you and prize you above everything else in the world. not by fear of the animal. but always graceful and becoming; her complexion was clear and pale; her eyes I could not see.