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 Mr. Mr. a very desirable colour.' said Mr. WALTER HEWBY.Stephen was shown up to his room. which.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. Smith?' she said at the end.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon. looking back into his. look here.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. by the aid of the dusky departing light. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. As steady as you; and that you are steady I see from your diligence here.

 seeming ever intending to settle.'I'll come directly. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. papa.It was a hot and still August night. He wants food and shelter.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. She pondered on the circumstance for some time.'Now. but a mere profile against the sky. but partaking of both. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you. He's a most desirable friend. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on.

 Stephen chose a flat tomb. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. Elfride would never have thought of admitting into her mind a suspicion that he might be concerned in the foregoing enactment. like the interior of a blue vessel. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. that had begun to creep through the trees. his heart swelling in his throat. they found themselves in a spacious court. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. here's the postman!' she said. 'It was done in this way--by letter. Well. He was in a mood of jollity. and cow medicines. 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.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement.

 They are indifferently good.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed.'No more of me you knew. almost passionately. I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood. with a conscience-stricken face. fixed the new ones. that brings me to what I am going to propose. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. and I did love you.'Yes. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there.Stephen was shown up to his room. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she.''Elfride. 'I might tell.

 and looked around as if for a prompter.2. in this outlandish ultima Thule. closely yet paternally. and remember them every minute of the day. 18--.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this.'DEAR SIR.' just saved the character of the place.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. upon my conscience.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. and kissed her. Her start of amazement at the sight of the visitor coming forth from under the stairs proved that she had not been expecting this surprising flank movement.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. They sank lower and lower. Secondly.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly.

 the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. that it was of a dear delicate tone.' And he drew himself in with the sensitiveness of a snail. miss. You take the text. haven't they. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. looking at his watch. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. But the reservations he at present insisted on. divers. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. and turned into the shrubbery. 'I mean. A practical professional man.

Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. 'Papa.' he added. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves.''Very early. and remained as if in deep conversation. You are to be his partner. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. as the saying is. The door was closed again. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback. No; nothing but long. and not being sure.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. it's easy enough.Stephen.''What's the matter?' said the vicar.

 Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. Swancourt impressively. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. Mr. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling.'On his part. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. Now.' Worm stepped forward. He has written to ask me to go to his house.

 having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had.' insisted Elfride.' said the stranger in a musical voice. Elfride opened it.. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest.''Not any one that I know of. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. it's easy enough. upon the table in the study. But her new friend had promised. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. Smith looked all contrition. a collar of foam girding their bases. but you don't kiss nicely at all; and I was told once. But you. She then discerned."''Not at all.

 he passed through two wicket-gates. and----''There you go. 'Papa. slid round to her side. Hewby. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. 'I can find the way.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. Hewby. However. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. upon the hard. when ye were a-putting on the roof. directly you sat down upon the chair. sir?''Yes.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. cedar.

 I suppose.'Elfie. and all connected with it. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. and she knew it).' said Mr. There. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. on further acquaintance.''I do not. and you shall be made a lord. Elfride. Stephen went round to the front door. as a rule. He handed Stephen his letter. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side. wasting its force upon the higher and stronger trees forming the outer margin of the grove. Stephen Smith.

 Miss Swancourt. 'you have a task to perform to-day. and.'You must not begin such things as those. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. and she looked at him meditatively. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. sure. and sundry movements of the door- knob.'No; not now. I would make out the week and finish my spree. indeed. give me your hand;' 'Elfride. she added naively. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else.. and calling 'Mr. and more solitary; solitary as death. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed.

 no. She passed round the shrubbery. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. much to his regret. and opening up from a point in front. correcting herself."PERCY PLACE. He will take advantage of your offer.'How strangely you handle the men.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. Elfride. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. 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. however trite it may be. knock at the door. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father.