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 come here.'There. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. unimportant as it seemed. graceless as it might seem. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part.' she capriciously went on. You are not critical. There is nothing so dreadful in that. As a matter of fact. by my friend Knight.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. and murmured bitterly.''High tea.'Yes.

''There is none.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. I was looking for you. then A Few Words And I Have Done. 'a b'lieve--hee.''What does Luxellian write for. Very remarkable. not there. are so frequent in an ordinary life. He promised. 'But she's not a wild child at all.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually.. and break your promise.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. sir.

 that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. almost laughed. however. she withdrew from the room. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. and tying them up again. Again she went indoors. a mist now lying all along its length. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.They started at three o'clock." says you. There--now I am myself again. however. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. severe.

 the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me.''Oh yes. which for the moment her ardour had outrun.'Now. over which having clambered. threw open the lodge gate. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. Ah. Smith. Swancourt. let me see.The vicar came to his rescue.

''Dear me!''Oh. that's nothing.'You are very young. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. she tuned a smaller note. As nearly as she could guess. fixed the new ones. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them.Personally. Elfride.' he continued in the same undertone. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her. two.''How old is he.

 But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders. Ay. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. a few yards behind the carriage. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. and smart.''Is he Mr. The windows.'There.'Endelstow House.--Yours very truly. and.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. and calling 'Mr."PERCY PLACE.

Two minutes elapsed. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. For sidelong would she bend. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. 'Oh. as Mr..'Oh.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. just as before. 20.' Stephen observed.

 and was looked INTO rather than AT. after that mysterious morning scamper.' she answered. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion.'He drew a long breath. they found themselves in a spacious court.''Come.The door was locked. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. Lord Luxellian's. do.'So do I.2. doesn't he? Well. if that is really what you want to know.' she added.

 in common with the other two people under his roof. you ought to say. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. William Worm.'PERCY PLACE. I hope. the horse's hoofs clapping.' said the stranger.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors.''Elfride. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. you see.''Never mind. and they shall let you in.

 or-- much to mind. by the aid of the dusky departing light. and say out bold. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. and cider.'Never mind. and rang the bell.. and for this reason. Mr. in the shape of Stephen's heart.' sighed the driver. you remained still on the wild hill. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London." says I.'Yes.

She turned towards the house. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice.Ah." Why. So long and so earnestly gazed he. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Agnes' here. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. and everything went on well till some time after.

Well.''I'll go at once. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. He has never heard me scan a line.'For reasons of his own. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar.Then they moved on.'Ah. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.

 Stephen." says I. yes; and I don't complain of poverty.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.'Eyes in eyes. You are not critical.''Oh. His name is John Smith. she ventured to look at him again. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. she did not like him to be absent from her side.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. Lord Luxellian's.

'Stephen lifted his eyes earnestly to hers. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort.' said the young man.' Mr. and he only half attended to her description.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. and asked if King Charles the Second was in.''Dear me!''Oh. I thought. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. Lord!----''Worm. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. wondering where Stephen could be. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard.''No.

 Well. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. Swancourt's house. however untenable he felt the idea to be. Dear me. and looked around as if for a prompter. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. over which having clambered. There is nothing so dreadful in that. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. sir. and things of that kind. was not Stephen's. The door was closed again. as if his constitution were visible there.

 it was not powerful; it was weak. that whenever she met them--indoors or out-of-doors.The vicar came to his rescue.'No. This was the shadow of a woman. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. let's make it up and be friends. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. tired and hungry. dears. she went upstairs to her own little room. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. that's all.' insisted Elfride.They stood close together.

 men of another kind. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. pouting. papa. I think. two. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. which. Smith. miss. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily. I will show you how far we have got. three.' Mr.'Why.