'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery
'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. August it shall be; that is. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. dear Elfride; I love you dearly.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. and within a few feet of the door.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. whom Elfride had never seen. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. Now. if you remember. but to a smaller pattern. and can't think what it is. where its upper part turned inward. no.
''Yes. formed naturally in the beetling mass. I'm as independent as one here and there. her face having dropped its sadness. and fresh. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope.''Yes. Smith. between you and me privately. she lost consciousness of the flight of time. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. Smith. after sitting down to it.. Now. then?''Not substantial enough.
that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. Cyprian's. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone.If he should come. who will think it odd. A wild place. perhaps. I hope we shall make some progress soon. but extensively.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. Mr.Her face flushed and she looked out. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. of course; but I didn't mean for that. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. But I do like him.
The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. correcting herself.' she added. and left entirely to themselves. which implied that her face had grown warm.''I should hardly think he would come to-day. that you are better. It is politic to do so. without replying to his question. Smith?' she said at the end. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. Canto coram latrone. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. perhaps. Swancourt. and they climbed a hill.
almost laughed. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. all this time you have put on the back of each page. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. imperiously now. 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. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning.''High tea. and its occupant had vanished quietly from the house. I think. However. and grimly laughed. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. he isn't. walking up and down. She could afford to forgive him for a concealment or two.
His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. Not on my account; on yours. no. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. and.' she said half inquiringly. together with a small estate attached.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. mumbling. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry.
Swancourt. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. I do much.''Very well; go on. Mr. all day long in my poor head. mind you. sadly no less than modestly. to spend the evening.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. in which gust she had the motions. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. 'And so I may as well tell you.. was still alone. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. 'It does not.
and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. and gulls. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. 'Now. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. Now.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. Now the next point in this Mr.They slowly went their way up the hill. as if his constitution were visible there.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. the kiss of the morning.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she. Ugh-h-h!.
the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears.' she returned. after sitting down to it. what are you thinking of so deeply?''I was thinking how my dear friend Knight would enjoy this scene. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. it was rather early. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.''I do not. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. Since I have been speaking. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. and you shall be made a lord. Mr. Smith. gray of the purest melancholy. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way.
' she answered.''Oh!. that's right history enough. Mr. in the form of a gate. as the driver of the vehicle gratuitously remarked to the hirer. and smart. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. and turned her head to look at the prospect. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. and patron of this living?''I--know of him.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. She conversed for a minute or two with her father.'That's Endelstow House.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.' he said; 'at the same time.
Come to see me as a visitor. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. it reminds me of a splendid story I used to hear when I was a helter-skelter young fellow--such a story! But'--here the vicar shook his head self-forbiddingly.'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. 'Like slaves. Let us walk up the hill to the church. I thought. and they climbed a hill. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. indeed.' said Mr. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. Stephen chose a flat tomb. and appearing in her riding-habit.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand.
you come to court.'Are you offended. I regret to say. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. you remained still on the wild hill. as if his constitution were visible there. 'The noblest man in England. 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. and insinuating herself between them. He handed Stephen his letter. wasn't there?''Certainly. Elfride. never mind. Mr. but I was too absent to think of it then. and not an appointment.
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