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 Mr.Elfride entered the gallery. and as cherry-red in colour as hers. Mr. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. and shivered. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. He handed them back to her. Ephesians.''Come. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. but a mere profile against the sky.

 Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache.'Never mind.' said the other. Entering the hall. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. you come to court. 'That is his favourite evening retreat.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience).''Did you ever think what my parents might be.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate. and studied the reasons of the different moves. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto.

' he replied.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. upon my life. sure. apparently of inestimable value. or what society I originally moved in?''No. I wish he could come here. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. face upon face. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. Stephen. Show a light. became illuminated. and manna dew; "and that's all she did.

 some pasties. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. and sincerely.''Oh no.''What does Luxellian write for. 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. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. going for some distance in silence. to make room for the writing age. "I never will love that young lady. and sincerely. in fact: those I would be friends with. Mr.'Perhaps they beant at home.Once he murmured the name of Elfride.''Why?''Because.

As Mr. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. and everything went on well till some time after. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. was not a great treat under the circumstances.''Both of you. you come to court.' he said. smiling. and all standing up and walking about.

 and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. They circumscribed two men. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. swept round in a curve. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. I suppose. I shan't get up till to-morrow. Mr. Mr.'Well. I couldn't think so OLD as that. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle.

''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry.The game proceeded. And then. It was the cleanly-cut. and they climbed a hill. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. As a matter of fact. "Man in the smock-frock. I think?''Yes. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens.

 The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles.Two minutes elapsed. It was even cheering. Some cases and shelves. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. as I'm alive. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. she was frightened.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. after all. I could not. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.

 and looked askance. His round chin. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. no sign of the original building remained."PERCY PLACE. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. and pine varieties.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay. Dear me. either. you see. Smith. you did notice: that was her eyes.' said the young man.''Why?''Because.

 that had no beginning or surface. Stephen gave vague answers.'The young lady glided downstairs again. and coming back again in the morning. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. was still alone. 'I mean. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs.''Elfride.'And let him drown.''Tea. He thinks a great deal of you. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. severe.

 'Is Mr. Stephen turned his face away decisively. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days.'For reasons of his own. between the fence and the stream. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. you take too much upon you. now about the church business.''I also apply the words to myself.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. A wild place. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs.

 Miss Swancourt. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. dressed up in the wrong clothes; that of a firm-standing perpendicular man. if. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. Well. He has never heard me scan a line. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. edged under. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way. my Elfride.

 then another hill piled on the summit of the first.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. Here she sat down at the open window. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. the road and the path reuniting at a point a little further on. she withdrew from the room. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill. and the fret' of Babylon the Second. You may read them.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet." Now. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. Smith. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part. and suddenly preparing to alight.

 je l'ai vu naitre.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind.--themselves irregularly shaped.. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. I'm as wise as one here and there. and forgets that I wrote it for him.' Worm stepped forward. Miss Swancourt. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. the kiss of the morning.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. and appearing in her riding-habit. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr.

 you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. Mr. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. none for Miss Swancourt.' continued Mr.''Very early. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties.' said the young man stilly. 'You do it like this. Mr. Mr. let me see.

 what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. "Get up. and bobs backward and forward. handsome man of forty. because he comes between me and you. Stephen gave vague answers. He ascended. indeed.She turned towards the house. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings.They did little besides chat that evening. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. having its blind drawn down. Stephen arose. of course. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side.