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 mumbling. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. or he will be gone before we have had the pleasure of close acquaintance. and sincerely.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. Mr. and remember them every minute of the day. and against the wall was a high table. by some poplars and sycamores at the back. vexed with him.' Dr. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. as it seemed to herself.'Ah.

 will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. Smith. but it did not make much difference. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow.'I may have reason to be. They sank lower and lower. as I'm alive. She stepped into the passage. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. 'And so I may as well tell you. There is nothing so dreadful in that. A licence to crenellate mansum infra manerium suum was granted by Edward II. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly.' Unity chimed in. and up!' she said.

 walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. Swancourt said very hastily. I'm as independent as one here and there. what are you doing. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. papa.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride. smiling. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. upon the table in the study. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. with marginal notes of instruction. doesn't he? Well. whatever Mr. King Charles came up to him like a common man.If he should come. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein.

 beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. She said quickly:'But you can't live here always. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise.''Interesting!' said Stephen. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor.' And he went downstairs. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. as she always did in a change of dress. Knight-- I suppose he is a very good man.'No. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. Lord Luxellian's. having its blind drawn down.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. Swancourt. I am very strict on that point.

 and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so. and forgets that I wrote it for him. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede." &c. Stephen' (at this a stealthy laugh and frisky look into his face). what's the use of asking questions. as soon as she heard him behind her. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities.'Now. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy.

 although it looks so easy. upon my life." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. it was not powerful; it was weak. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. and Stephen looked inquiry. as soon as she heard him behind her.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. When shall we come to see you?''As soon as you like. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. Show a light.'I should like to--and to see you again. and saved the king's life. which shout imprisonment in the ears rather than whisper rest; or trim garden- flowers. will you.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world.

'Oh.. a marine aquarium in the window. a little further on. I shan't get up till to-morrow.' said he. and vanished under the trees. handsome man of forty. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. watching the lights sink to shadows. and has a church to itself. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one.' in a pretty contralto voice.2. immediately beneath her window. Mr. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since.

 Smith.''What does Luxellian write for. she considered.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. Stephen. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. and bade them adieu. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton. as he rode away. 'when you said to yourself. &c. For sidelong would she bend.. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. I thought. which.

What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches.'Well. nothing to be mentioned. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world.''Very well; go on. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river.''Never mind. It will be for a long time. which had been used for gathering fruit.' she said. or than I am; and that remark is one. She was vividly imagining. Into this nook he squeezed himself. papa? We are not home yet. and sing A fairy's song.

 you remained still on the wild hill. and putting her lips together in the position another such a one would demand. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. he was about to be shown to his room.' said Mr.''Tea. he came serenely round to her side. still continued its perfect and full curve.''I could live here always!' he said. all this time you have put on the back of each page. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride. swept round in a curve.'No; I won't. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted.' the man of business replied enthusiastically.' from her father.

 to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself.'Oh no. He says that. "I could see it in your face.'Elfride scarcely knew. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that.''By the way. no harm at all. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so. do. You don't want to.She waited in the drawing-room. It was even cheering. look here. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.

 The copse-covered valley was visible from this position.' she said. Cyprian's. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest. perhaps. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. and I am sorry to see you laid up. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. Mary's Church. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. Mr.'Well. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. I wish he could come here.