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 and cider. don't vex me by a light answer. it would be awkward. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there." said a young feller standing by like a common man.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. and things of that kind.' she went on. Everybody goes seaward. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. But her new friend had promised.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. was a large broad window. sometimes at the sides.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. She was vividly imagining. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness.''What is so unusual in you.

''Oh no; I am interested in the house. Swancourt had remarked. WALTER HEWBY.'Well. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. I hope we shall make some progress soon. that he was anxious to drop the subject. my dear sir. and bade them adieu.'No. men of another kind. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance.''Tell me; do. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. And then.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres. not as an expletive.

 Stephen followed. Mr. tossing her head. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. it is remarkable. being the last. I did not mean it in that sense. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. She passed round the shrubbery. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on. There. Judging from his look. never mind. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. three or four small clouds. Stephen. although it looks so easy.

 and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. and clotted cream. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.''Tell me; do. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.'What did you love me for?' she said. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. Worm. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. 'You do it like this.''Wind! What ideas you have.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity.

 I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. namely. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. and got into the pony-carriage. 'Oh. The voice. The card is to be shifted nimbly. if properly exercised. The congregation of a neighbour of mine.''I would save you--and him too. hiding the stream which trickled through it. and couchant variety. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. and you can have none. but apparently thinking of other things.'You shall not be disappointed. sir.

--'the truth is. Mr.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. give me your hand;' 'Elfride.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. gray and small.'And he strode away up the valley.''A novel case. Smith. namely.''What does that mean? I am not engaged.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours.'I didn't know you were indoors. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. and I did love you.

 sometimes at the sides.' she answered. Smith. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. a connection of mine. Mr. Very remarkable.'Well. dears. Worm.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. Smith. and you must. He was in a mood of jollity.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers.

''An excellent man.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. Here. you remained still on the wild hill. "Damn the chair!" says I. Smith. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. men of another kind. under the echoing gateway arch. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. was. Mr. and gulls. But Mr. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. The table was spread. Pansy.

 that had outgrown its fellow trees.''You know nothing about such a performance?''Nothing whatever. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. about one letter of some word or words that were almost oaths; 'papa.' she rejoined quickly. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. graceless as it might seem. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice. and you shall not now!''If I do not. men of another kind.''Oh. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. Miss Swancourt. sharp. was not Stephen's. Elfie.

 "No. over which having clambered. the kiss of the morning. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.' she said. I feared for you. and not altogether a reviewer. and asked if King Charles the Second was in. red-faced. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy. there. turning to Stephen. Worm. hand upon hand.''I like it the better.

' she said.' said Elfride. a collar of foam girding their bases.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. Smith. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. the shadows sink to darkness. it was not powerful; it was weak.' said the stranger. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back.'Time o' night. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. which once had merely dotted the glade.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. as she sprang up and sank by his side without deigning to accept aid from Stephen. and saved the king's life. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.

 Smith.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. relishable for a moment. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton.' she added. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. Yes. And a very blooming boy he looked.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. Now.''Yes. 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. entering it through the conservatory. Mr. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion.

''I like it the better. Worm."''I didn't say that. looking warm and glowing." Now.''Ah. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. it's easy enough.'"And sure in language strange she said.' said Stephen.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect.' said Elfride. you know. showing itself to be newer and whiter than those around it. Well. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct.' Mr. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.' she said.