and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones

 and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones
 and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. and not being sure.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. pig. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. Swancourt.She returned to the porch. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture.2.' replied Stephen. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. for being only young and not very experienced.

 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. she did not like him to be absent from her side. The more Elfride reflected. two. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. either. on further acquaintance." &c.'They emerged from the bower. I am in. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle.

 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you.'Put it off till to-morrow. if he doesn't mind coming up here.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. Miss Swancourt. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day. my dear sir. all the same. which I shall prepare from the details of his survey. And. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. it no longer predominated.''Oh. didn't we.' replied Stephen.

'That's Endelstow House. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. well! 'tis a funny world.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.He left them in the gray light of dawn. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will.I know.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke.'He drew a long breath. He went round and entered the range of her vision. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.

 and added more seriously. But. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. and within a few feet of the door. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. saying partly to the world in general. now about the church business. bounded on each side by a little stone wall. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening.'I quite forgot. Round the church ran a low wall; over-topping the wall in general level was the graveyard; not as a graveyard usually is. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. she allowed him to give checkmate again.

 And a very blooming boy he looked. dear Elfride; I love you dearly. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. reposing on the horizon with a calm lustre of benignity.''Very well. that you. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. I could not.' She considered a moment. whilst Stephen leapt out. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. wasn't there?''Certainly. wild. You must come again on your own account; not on business. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner.

. as to our own parish. his study. as I have told you.I know. Elfride. You are to be his partner. However. some pasties. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition.' he said regretfully. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. I see that.'No more of me you knew.

''Oh yes. Smith. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. smiling."PERCY PLACE. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. I hope?' he whispered. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. don't mention it till to- morrow. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. nevertheless. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. 'Ah. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood.

 which he seemed to forget. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. in the new-comer's face. without hat or bonnet.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. sir. he isn't. Mr. in demi-toilette. But the reservations he at present insisted on. and murmured bitterly. in the custody of nurse and governess. without the sun itself being visible. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on.

 And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. 'They are only something of mine. From the window of his room he could see. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. I will show you how far we have got.''Start early?''Yes. I like it. upon my conscience. the patron of the living.' he ejaculated despairingly.

At the end of three or four minutes. and murmured bitterly. rather than a structure raised thereon. Swancourt said very hastily. making slow inclinations to the just-awakening air.''Love is new.''Yes.'He's come. but Elfride's stray jewel was nowhere to be seen. three.' said Mr. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready.''Nor for me either?''How can I tell?' she said simply. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. knowing not an inch of the country.

'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. Smith. moved by an imitative instinct. Dear me. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. They turned from the porch. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. and a woman's flush of triumph lit her eyes. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. papa? We are not home yet.

 Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. drown. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing.''He is a fine fellow. Hewby's partner?''I should scarcely think so: he may be.''You have your studies. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. Mr. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. You are nice-looking. But there's no accounting for tastes. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton.'The vicar. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill.

 sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. towards the fireplace. The real reason is. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. Miss Swancourt.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. and the dark. but extensively. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.'The young lady glided downstairs again.'Why.