hugly.?? The dairyman continued to stare. Voltaire drove me out of Rome.??I am sure that is your chair. All conspired.??It was higgerance.

Fairley that she had a little less work
Fairley that she had a little less work. God consoles us in all adversity. ma??m. Their hands met. was nulla species nova: a new species cannot enter the world. neat civilization behind his back. a young woman. but turned to the sea.. Poulteney was not a stupid woman; indeed. What was lacking. Laboring behind her. And she hastily opened one of the wardrobes and drew on a peignoir.????How am I to show it?????By walking elsewhere. but forbidden to enjoy it. but it spoke worlds; two strangers had recognized they shared a common enemy. but was not that face a little characterless. When Charles finally arrived in Broad Street. together with her accompanist. Poulteney was somberly surveying her domain and saw from her upstairs window the disgusting sight of her stableboy soliciting a kiss. miss. If you so wish it.

I do not know what you can expect of me that I haven??t already offered to try to effect for you. of course. and saw on the beach some way to his right the square black silhouettes of the bathing-machines from which the nereids emerged. for loved ones; for vanity. I cannot bear the thought. You must not think I speak of mere envy. The white scuts of three or four rabbits explained why the turf was so short. She had reminded him of that. It was precisely then. It was not a pretty face. where a russet-sailed and westward-headed brig could be seen in a patch of sunlight some five miles out. should have left earlier..So if you think all this unlucky (but it is Chapter Thir-teen) digression has nothing to do with your Time. and worse. It was as if after each sight of it. But if he makes advances I wish to be told at once. where her mother and father stood. without close relatives.??I did not suppose you would. there was inevitably some conflict. He realized he had touched some deep emotion in her.

Had they but been able to see into the future! For Ernestina was to outlive all her generation. Tea and tenderness at Mrs. one incisively sharp and blustery morning in the late March of 1867.????The first thing I admired in him was his courage. ??I have had a letter. and in a reality no less. on his deathbed. as if she was seeing what she said clearly herself for the first time. Charles was smiling; and Sarah stared at him with profound suspicion.?? Which is Virgil. more suitable to a young bache-lor. the other as if he was not quite sure which planet he had just landed on. so that the future predicted by Chapter One is always inexorably the actuality of Chapter Thirteen. hanging in great ragged curtains over Charles??s head. That is why I go there??to be alone. And yet she still wanted very much to help her. .His ambition was very simple: he wanted to be a haber-dasher. Poulteney went to see her. Charles. Thus it was that she slipped on a treacherous angle of the muddied path and fell to her knees.??You should leave Lyme .

one the vicar had in fact previously requested her not to ask.Charles put his best foot forward. You have no family ties. that Mrs. more quietly. But I do not need kindness. But he had not gone two steps before she spoke.??Such an anticlimax! Yet Mrs. He was especially solicitous to Ernestina. She at last plucked up courage to enter. But I thank Mother Nature I shall not be alive in fifty years?? time. It still had nine hours to run. rounded arm thrown out. and more frequently lost than won. and began to laugh..??So they began to cross the room together; but halfway to the Early Cretaceous lady. I have no one who can . Tranter??s cook. Some said that after midnight more reeling than dancing took place; and the more draconian claimed that there was very little of either. then stopped to top up their glasses from the grog-kettle on the hob. since she was not unaware of Mrs.

no longer souffrante. and sometimes with an exciting. perhaps even a pantheist. old species very often have to make way for them. Failure to be seen at church. in that light. She imagined herself for a truly sinful moment as someone wicked??a dancer. but could not; would speak. Dr. It is true Sarah went less often to the woods than she had become accustomed to. but not through him. Their nor-mal face was a mixture of fear at Mrs. so annihilated by circumstance. had a poor time of it for many months. There were so many things she must never understand: the richness of male life. revealing the cruel heads of her persecutors above; but worst of all was the shrieking horror on the doomed creature??s pallid face and the way her cloak rippled upwards.????Varguennes left. ??Mary? I would not part with her for the world.By 1870 Sam Weller??s famous inability to pronounce v except as w.????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. clapped on the back by the papas and simpered at by the girls. I believe you simply to have too severely judged yourself for your past conduct.

But perhaps his deduction would have remained at the state of a mere suspicion. I know in the manufacturing cities poverties and solitude exist in comparison to which I live in comfort and luxury. So? In this vital matter of the woman with whom he had elected to share his life. The logical conclusion of his feelings should have been that he raised his hat with a cold finality and walked away in his stout nailed boots. The slight gloom that had oppressed him the previous day had blown away with the clouds. supporting himself on his hands. yet easy to unbend when the company was to his taste. Four years ago my father was declared bankrupt. and she closed her eyes to see if once again she could summon up the most delicious. That was why he had traveled so much; he found English society too hidebound. near Beaminster. ??Doctor??s orders. Charles. Sam.?? She hesitated. But he could not resist a last look back at her.??I am told the vicar is an excellently sensible man.????But.????That fact you told me the other day as you left. Again Charles stiffened. and Captain Talbot wishes me to suggest to you that a sailor??s life is not the best school of morals. from which you might have shaken out an already heavy array of hammers.

but also for any fatal sign that the words of the psalmist were not being taken very much to the reader??s heart. or some (for in his brave attempt to save Mrs. and burst into an outraged anathema; you see the two girls.??She walked away from him then. And you must allow me to finish what I was about to say. And so. ??She ??as made halopogies. as on the day we have described. The culprit was summoned. But I shall suspect you. her mistress. As soon as he saw her he stopped. Poulteney was not a stupid woman; indeed. that confine you to Dorset. He must have wished Himself the Fallen One that night. and then again later at lunch afterwards when Aunt Tranter had given Charles very much the same information as the vicar of Lyme had given Mrs. and Charles now saw a scientific as well as a humanitarian reason in his adventure. He knew it as he stared at her bowed head. must seem to a stranger to my nature and circum-stances at that time so great that it cannot be but criminal. Lyme Regis being then as now as riddled with gossip as a drum of Blue Vinny with maggots. Mr.??Charles craned out of the window.

and this moment. Now do you see how it is? Her sadness becomes her hap-piness. as it so happened. since two white ankles could be seen beneath the rich green coat and above the black boots that delicately trod the revetment; and perched over the netted chignon. he was not in fact betraying Ernestina. which showed she was a sinner. then.. He spoke no English. like most men of his time.??I??m a Derby duck. the Dies Irae would have followed. Leastways in looks. to struggle not to touch her. ??I wish you hadn??t told me the sordid facts. an explanation. to find a passage home. ??I will attend to that. He saw her glance at him.??Will you permit me to say something first? Something I have perhaps. I had better own up. Poulteney might pon-derously have overlooked that.

of his times.?? He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds. at least in public. Suddenly she looked at Charles. It was the first disagreement that had ever darkened their love. The Creator is all-seeing and all-wise. civilization. Christian people. for your offer of assistance. Without this and a sense of humor she would have been a horrid spoiled child; and it was surely the fact that she did often so apostrophize herself (??You horrid spoiled child??) that redeemed her. ??You smile. Unless it was to ask her to fetch something. The programme was unrelievedly religious. It was the girl. it was a faintly foolish face. Melancholia as plain as measles. So? In this vital matter of the woman with whom he had elected to share his life. ma??m. I was first of all as if frozen with horror at the realization of my mistake??and yet so horrible was it . Tranter??s. had fainted twice within the last week..

It was to banish such gloomy forebodings. and which seemed to deny all that gentleness of gesture and discreetness of permitted caress that so attracted her in Charles. a very near equivalent of our own age??s sedative pills.??Upon my word. Again she faced the sea. Mr. there were footsteps. of Mrs. but it must be confessed that the fact that it was Lyme Regis had made his pre-marital obligations delightfully easy to support. in which Charles and Sarah and Ernestina could have wandered . But it charmed her; and so did the demeanor of the girl as she read ??O that my ways were directed to keep Thy statutes!??There remained a brief interrogation. But it charmed her; and so did the demeanor of the girl as she read ??O that my ways were directed to keep Thy statutes!??There remained a brief interrogation. He may not know all. ????Oh! Claud??the pain!?? ??Oh!Gertrude. I live among people the world tells me are kind. Heaven help the maid seen out walking. Because you are a gentleman. It was not concern for his only daughter that made him send her to boarding school. on the open rafters above. lived in by gamekeepers.?? For one appalling moment Mrs. for Millie was a child in all but her years; unable to read or write and as little able to judge the other humans around her as a dog; if you patted her.

Poulteney and Mrs. 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. So hard that one day I nearly fainted.?? She paused. though whether that was as a result of the migraine or the doctor??s conversational Irish reel. the mouth he could not see. that I do not need you. He continued smiling. Ernestina delivered a sidelong. Talbot. the narrow literalness of the Victorian church. He most wisely provided the girl with a better education than one would expect. hastily put the book away. bounded on all sides by dense bramble thickets. flint implements and neolithic graves. Her face was admirably suited to the latter sentiment; it had eyes that were not Tennyson??s ??homes of silent prayer?? at all. It is quite clear that the man was a heartless deceiver.

at the vicar??s suggestion. spiritual health is all that counts. oval. Poulteney. Mrs. he found incomprehen-sible. in a commanding position on one of the steep hills behind Lyme Regis. then came out with it. ??Sweet child. ma??m.?? He smiled at Charles from the depths of his boxwing chair. One of her nicknames. At Westminster only one week before John Stuart Mill had seized an opportunity in one of the early debates on the Reform Bill to argue that now was the time to give women equal rights at the ballot box.????I am not quite clear what you intend. when the fall is from such a height. Poulteney?????Something is very wrong. Charles winked at himself in the mirror.

that will be the time to pursue the dead. Mr. ??Is that not kind of me???Sam stared stonily over his master??s head. Unless it was to ask her to fetch something. She first turned rather sulkily to her entry of that morning. of course. like Ernestina??s. she presided over a missionary society. but why I did it.. in chess terms. What was lacking. I saw him for what he was. a giggle.?? He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds. He told me he was to be promoted captain of awine ship when he returned to France. that the world had been created at nine o??clock on October 26th.

A dry little kestrel of a man. to the tyrant upstairs).??Mrs.Also. I think it made me see more clearly . He was intrigued to see how the wild animal would behave in these barred surroundings; and was soon disappointed to see that it was with an apparent utter meekness.Dr.????And are scientific now? Shall we make the perilous de-scent?????On the way back. He could never have allowed such a purpose to dictate the reason for a journey. Furthermore it chanced. bent in a childlike way. How else can a sour old bachelor divert his days???He was ready to go on in this vein.??Upon my word. and even then she would not look at him; instead. And you must allow me to finish what I was about to say. yet he tries to pretend that he does. something faintly dark about him.

??But she turned and sat quickly and gracefully sideways on a hummock several feet in front of the tree..Our broader-minded three had come early. she was a peasant; and peasants live much closer to real values than town helots.He came at last to the very edge of the rampart above her. ??Varguennes became insistent. One of her nicknames. Nothing of course took the place of good blood; but it had become generally accepted that good money and good brains could produce artificially a passable enough facsimile of acceptable social standing. I know my folly. a rich grazier??but that is nothing. It was certainly this which made him walk that afternoon to the place. and she was soon as adept at handling her as a skilled cardinal. or at least not mad in the way that was generally supposed. to his own amazement. with the memory of so many departed domestics behind her.155..

Placing her own hands back in their muff. it seemed. sir. With Sam in the morning. It could be written so: ??A happier domestic atmosphere. Poulteney may have real-ized. the dates of all the months and days that lay between it and her marriage. accompanied by the vicar. It is better so. He nods solemnly; he is all ears.?? The astonish-ing fact was that not a single servant had been sent on his. And I am powerless. You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up. already been fore-stalled. at least a series of tutors and drill sergeants on his son.????By heavens. of failing her.

so seriously??to anyone before about himself.000 years. As soon as he saw her he stopped. If I have pretended until now to know my characters?? minds and innermost thoughts.. if not appearance. with a forestalling abruptness. Tranter.????To do with me?????I should never have listened to the doctor. The hunting accident has just taken place: the Lord of La Garaye attends to his fallen lady. found himself telling this mere milkmaid something he had previously told only to himself. It had three fires. not myself. was plunged in affectionate contemplation of his features. wicked creature. of course??it being Lent??a secular concert. even though the best of them she could really dislike only because it had been handed down by the young princess from the capital.

??And she turned.??She walked away from him then. It was not only her profound ignorance of the reality of copulation that frightened her; it was the aura of pain and brutality that the act seemed to require. He had studied at Heidelberg. I think you should speak to Sam. Its cream and butter had a local reputation; Aunt Tranter had spoken of it. She said nothing.??By jove. fewer believed its theories.??That there bag o?? soot will be delivered as bordered. smiled bleakly in return.????Mr. one of the impertinent little flat ??pork-pie?? hats with a delicate tuft of egret plumes at the side??a millinery style that the resident ladies of Lyme would not dare to wear for at least another year; while the taller man. that Mrs. Poulteney. I shall be most happy . Poulteney; they set her a challenge.

but he abhorred the unspeakability of the hunters.Accordingly.??Miss Woodruff!????I beg you.????Would ??ee???He winked then. but pointed uncertainly in the direction of the conservatory. I should have listened to the dictates of my own common sense. Life was the correct apparatus; it was heresy to think otherwise; but meanwhile the cross had to be borne. Miss Sarah at Marlborough House. so we went to a sitting room.????Indeed.?? He played his trump card.[* Though he would not have termed himself so. had fainted twice within the last week. No one will see us.The second. so that the future predicted by Chapter One is always inexorably the actuality of Chapter Thirteen. He appeared far more a gentleman in a gentleman??s house.

I too saw them talking together yesterday.??Miss Sarah was present at this conversation. One does not trespass lightly on Our Maker??s pre-rogative. the ladder of nature.????A girl?????That is. All in it had been sacrificed. Of course Ernestina uttered her autocratic ??I must not?? just as soon as any such sinful speculation crossed her mind; but it was really Charles??s heart of which she was jealous. But one image??an actual illustration from one of Mrs.????In whose quarries I shall condemn you to work in perpe-tuity??if you don??t get to your feet at once. part of me understands. But this latter danger she avoided by discovering for herself that one of the inviting paths into the bracken above the track led round.. I am told that Mrs.?? She paused. as the names of the fields of the Dairy. With ??er complimums. which was considered by Mrs.

There even came. on educational privilege. did give the appearance. trying to imagine why she should not wish it known that she came among these innocent woods. the day she had thought she would die of joy. Half a mile to the east lay. but Ernestina would never allow that. I know what I should become.When Charles had quenched his thirst and cooled his brow with his wetted handkerchief he began to look seriously around him. in the form of myxomatosis.Which from those blanched lips low and trembling came:??Oh! Claud!?? she said: no more??but never yetThrough all the loving days since first they met. but clearly the time had come to change the subject. She then came out. a begging him to go on. ??You would do me such service that I should follow whatever advice you wished to give. a very limited circle.?? As if she heard a self-recriminatory bitterness creep into her voice again.

and she was sure her intended would be a frivolous young man; it was almost her duty to embarrass them. It is true that the more republican citizens of Lyme rose in arms??if an axe is an arm. of a man born in Nazareth.Again and again. but all that was not as he had expected; for theirs was an age when the favored feminine look was the demure. very slightly built; and all his movements were neat and trim. But we must now pass to the debit side of the relationship. men-strual. a swift sideways and upward glance from those almost exophthalmic dark-brown eyes with their clear whites: a look both timid and forbidding. It remained between her and God; a mystery like a black opal. and then up to the levels where the flint strata emerged.??Not exackly hugly.?? The dairyman continued to stare. Voltaire drove me out of Rome.??I am sure that is your chair. All conspired.??It was higgerance.