nouns as one could ever hope to light on (and much too good for me to invent.

and so on) becomes subjective; becomes unique; becomes
and so on) becomes subjective; becomes unique; becomes. early visitors. of her being unfairly outcast. Nothing less than dancing naked on the altar of the parish church would have seemed adequate. that she awoke. Eyebright and birdsfoot starred the grass.It had begun.In Broad Street Mary was happy. at Ernestina??s grave face. but fraternal. more Grecian. redolent of seven hundred years of English history. Sarah rose at once to leave the room. The white scuts of three or four rabbits explained why the turf was so short. of course.????No. On the far side of this shoulder the land flattened for a few yards. then turned. her back to Sarah. Usually she came to recover from the season; this year she was sent early to gather strength for the marriage.

In other words. Charles. during which Charles could.Which dumbly spoke of comfort from his tone??You??ve gone to sleep. one of whom was stone deaf. or rather the forbidden was about to engage in him. They did not accuse Charles of the outrage. that Emma Bovary??s name sprang into his mind. Most deserving of your charity. ??You would do me such service that I should follow whatever advice you wished to give.??There was a silence then. a darling man and a happy wife and four little brats like angels.Charles stood in the sunlight. Poulteney therefore found themselves being defended from the horror of seeing their menials one step nearer the vote by the leader of the party they abhorred on practically every other ground. Smithson.. lying at his feet. with a singu-larly revolting purity. Indeed. soon after the poor girl had broken down in front of Mrs.

tinker with it .One needs no further explanation. It is not that amateurs can afford to dabble everywhere; they ought to dabble everywhere. stepped off the Cobb and set sail for China. and seeing that demure. The boy must thenceforth be a satyr; and the girl. ??And for the heven more lovely one down. apparently leaning against an old cannon barrel upended as a bollard. They sensed that current accounts of the world were inadequate; that they had allowed their windows on reality to become smeared by convention. sir. Poulteney found herself in a really intolerable dilemma.. A gentleman in one of the great houses that lie behind the Undercliff performed a quiet Anschluss??with. Charles killed concern with compliment; but if Sarah was not mentioned. he had to the full that strangely eunuchistic Hibernian ability to flit and flirt and flatter womankind without ever allowing his heart to become entangled.Ernestina gave her a look that would have not disgraced Mrs. battledore all the next morning. a little recovered. as if I am not whom I am . Perhaps I always knew.

When the fifth day came. grooms. You have no excuse. He knew. mending their nets. This walk she would do when the Cobb seemed crowded; but when weather or cir-cumstance made it deserted.??He left a silence. They encouraged the mask. essentially counters in a game..It so happened that the avalanche for the morning after Charles??s discovery of the Undercliff was appointed to take place at Marlbo-rough House. ??I am satisfied that you are in a state of repentance. We who live afterwards think of great reformers as triumphing over great opposition or great apathy. Thus he had gained a reputation for aloofness and coldness.??Her eyes flashed round at him then. a giggle.?? Her reaction was to look away; he had reprimanded her. But whatever his motives he had fixed his heart on tests. it cannot be a novel in the modern sense of the word. should have suggested?? no.

I have difficulty in writing now. I am nothing. if you had turned northward and landward in 1867. Certainly I intended at this stage (Chap.?? Here Mrs. I have Mr. how untragic. There must have been something sexual in their feelings? Perhaps; but they never went beyond the bounds that two sisters would.????It is beyond my powers??the powers of far wiser men than myself??to help you here. she could not bear to think of having to share. and Tina. Why I sacrificed a woman??s most precious possession for the transient gratifica-tion of a man I did not love. She looked to see his reaction. Christian. and a tragic face.????What about???????Twas just the time o?? day. much resembles her ancestor; and her face is known over the entire world. Since they were holding hands. my dear Mrs.??He is married!????Miss Woodruff!??But she took no notice.

of inappropriateness. Poulteney would have liked to pursue this interesting subject. Charles watched her. He could not ask her not to tell Ernestina; and if Tina should learn of the meeting through her aunt. published between 1830 and 1833??and so coinciding very nicely with reform elsewhere?? had burled it back millions. There was. and used often by French seamen and merchants.That evening Charles found himself seated between Mrs. It was not the devil??s instrument. A tiny wave of the previous day??s ennui washed back over him. Or indeed. a woman most patently dangerous??not consciously so. you leave me the more grateful. pray? Because he could hardly enter any London drawing room without finding abundant examples of the objects of his interest. was all it was called. at the house of a lady who had her eye on him for one of her own covey of simperers. The first artificial aids to a well-shaped bosom had begun to be commonly worn; eyelashes and eyebrows were painted. Too much modesty must seem absurd . Charles could have be-lieved many things of that sleeping face; but never that its owner was a whore.????You lived for your hounds and the partridge season.

??I wish you hadn??t told me the sordid facts. will it not???And so they kissed. I deplore your unfortunate situation.????I have decided you are up to no good. It took the recipient off balance. rich in arsenic. and walk out alone); and above all on the subject of Ernestina??s being in Lyme at all. ac-cusing that quintessentially mild woman of heartless cruelty to a poor lonely man pining for her hand. What was unnatural was his now quite distinct sense of guilt. He watched closely to see if the girl would in any way betray their two meetings of the day before. Smithson. She looked towards the two figures below and then went on her way towards Lyme. to hear. a biased logic when she came across them; but she also saw through people in subtler ways. Failure to be seen at church. the goldfinch was given an instant liberty; where-upon it flew to Mrs. and endowed in the first field with a miracu-lous sixth sense as regards dust.Now Mary was quite the reverse at heart. Sarah stood shyly. she won??t be moved.

Which dumbly spoke of comfort from his tone??You??ve gone to sleep. Surely the oddest of all the odd arguments in that celebrated anthology of after-life anxiety is stated in this poem (xxxv). The slight gloom that had oppressed him the previous day had blown away with the clouds. as if to the distant ship.??I have decided. And heaven knows the simile was true also for the plowman??s daughter. that is. These characters I create never existed outside my own mind. Never in such an inn. I am told that Mrs.Unlit Lyme was the ordinary mass of mankind. her heart beating so fast that she thought she would faint; too frail for such sudden changes of emotion. no hysteria. my dear Mrs. and resumed my former existence.??That question were better not asked. He knew that normally she would have guessed his tease at once; and he understood that her slowness now sprang from a deep emotion. who inspires sympathy in others. ??A fortnight later. whom on the whole he liked only slightly less than himself.

I flatter myself ..Nobody could dislike Aunt Tranter; even to contemplate being angry with that innocently smiling and talking?? especially talking??face was absurd. One day she came to the passage Lama. And most emphatically. Women??s eyes seldom left him at the first glance. and Charles??s had been a baronet.It is a best seller of the 1860s: the Honorable Mrs. She be the French Loot??n??nt??s Hoer. It remained between her and God; a mystery like a black opal.??I confess your worthy father and I had a small philosoph-ical disagreement. Now bring me some barley water. All we can do is wait and hope that the mists rise. or rather the forbidden was about to engage in him. Understanding never grew from violation. a cook and two maids. was plunged in affectionate contemplation of his features. more suitable to a young bache-lor. locked in a mutual incomprehension. almost dewlaps.

reproachful glance; for a wild moment he thought he was being accused himself??then realized. a sure symptom of an inherent moral decay; but he never entered society without being ogled by the mamas.. They did not kiss. Watching the little doctor??s mischievous eyes and Aunt Tranter??s jolliness he had a whiff of corollary nausea for his own time: its stifling propriety. I am afraid) and returning with pretty jokes about Cupid and hearts and Maid Marian. She is perfectly able to perform any duties that may be given to her. Ernestina ran into her mother??s opened arms. Never in such an inn. in the fullest sense of that word. was masculine??it gave her a touch of the air of a girl coachman.Also. Perhaps the doctor..????Cut off me harms. But you must remember that she is not alady born. lips salved.????In close proximity to a gin palace. He had. Poulteney allowed herself to savor for a few earnest.

because gossipingly.????And what has happened to her since? Surely Mrs. Convenience; and they were accordingly long ago pulled down. Have you read his Omphalos???Charles smiled. miss. whose remote tip touched that strange English Gibraltar. was always also a delicate emanation of mothballs. finally escorted the ladies back to their house.?? Mrs. which Charles broke casually. But I must repeat that I find myself amazed that you should .Accordingly. but finally because it is a superb fragment of folk art. The odious and abominable suspicion crossed her mind that Charles had been down there. but genuinely. as Coleridge once discovered. That cloud of falling golden hair. into a dark cascade of trees and undergrowth. Both journeys require one to go to Dorchester. Forgive me.

He mentioned her name. he once again hopscotched out of science??this time. 1867. he was vaguely angry with himself.??How are you. . Sarah had merely to look round to see if she was alone. I do not know what you can expect of me that I haven??t already offered to try to effect for you. dignified. to ask why Sarah. I am confident????He broke off as she looked quickly round at the trees behind them. and the white stars of wild strawberry. she murmured. adorable chil-dren. little sunlight . To both came the same insight: the wonderful new freedoms their age brought. But I count it not the least of the privileges of my forthcoming marriage that it has introduced me to a person of such genuine kindness of heart.??It??s that there kitchen-girl??s at Mrs. But Marlborough House and Mary had suited each other as well as a tomb would a goldfinch; and when one day Mrs. Two chalky ribbons ran between the woods that mounted inland and a tall hedge that half hid the sea.

. He smiled.??There was a silence between the two men. That computer in her heart had long before assessed Mrs. Placing her own hands back in their muff. Such a path is difficult to reascend. upon examination. Poulteney. Dahn out there. He remembered. impossible for a man to have been angry with??and therefore quite the reverse to Ernestina. but her head was turned away.????For finding solitude. Poulteney began. it must be confessed. It was a very simple secret. did not revert into Charles??s hands for another two years. He found he had not the courage to look the doctor in the eyes when he asked his next question. it is as much as to say it fears itself. a born amateur.

the Undercliff.????It was a warning. Ever since then I have suffered from the illusion that even things??mere chairs. She turned away and went on in a quieter voice. English so-lemnity too solemn. he found himself unexpected-ly with another free afternoon. he was almost three different men; and there will be others of him before we are finished.To tell the truth he was not really in the mood for anything; strangely there had come ragingly upon him the old travel-lust that he had believed himself to have grown out of those last years. Am I not?????She knows. Not be-cause of religiosity on the one hand. We are all in flight from the real reality. because gossipingly. After all. which were all stolen from it.????Yes. a knock. She would guess. The beating of his heart like some huge clock;And then the strong pulse falter and stand still. ??how disgraceful-ly plebeian a name Smithson is. Her look back lasted two or three seconds at most; then she resumed her stare to the south.

Dizzystone put up a vertiginous joint performance that year; we sometimes forget that the passing of the last great Reform Bill (it became law that coming August) was engineered by the Father of Modern Conservatism and bitterly opposed by the Great Liberal.. that the world had been created at nine o??clock on October 26th. and quite inaccurate-ly. Grogan??s little remark about the comparative priority to be accorded the dead and the living had germinated. I would not like to hazard a guess. moun-tains. I could forgive a man anything ??except Vital Religion.. raised its stern head. he found himself greeted only by that lady: Ernestina had passed a slightly disturbed night. The girl became a governess to Captain John Talbot??s family at Charmouth. to take up marine biology? Perhaps to give up London. a respectable woman would have left at once. Sarah stood shyly.????I ain??t done nothink. and none too gently. But he ended by bowing and smiling urbanely.?? She paused again. Poulteney??s birthday Sarah presented her with an antimacassar??not that any chair Mrs.

as Charles found when he took the better seat. Mrs. It was not only her profound ignorance of the reality of copulation that frightened her; it was the aura of pain and brutality that the act seemed to require.It was this place.??Your future wife is a better judge than you are of such matters. something of the automaton about her. Ergo. Poulteney??s. Thus the simple fact that he had never really been in love became clear proof to Ernestina. as Coleridge once discovered. charming . I was unsuccessful. both clearly embarrassed.????Taren??t so awful hard to find. and the absence of brothers and sisters said more than a thousand bank statements. Mrs. That moment redeemed an infinity of later difficulties; and perhaps.. but to the girl. Lightning flashed.

??I stayed. Charles showed little sympathy. . a room his uncle seldom if ever used. of course. ??You shall not have a drop of tea until you have accounted for every moment of your day. Mr. ma??m. A scattered handful of anemones lay on the grass around it. and she worried for her more; but Ernestina she saw only once or twice a year. and so were more indi-vidual.????I did not mean to . Charles.It was opened by a small barrel of a woman. She snatched it away. but ravishing fragments of Mediterranean warmth and luminosity. to visual images.??It is most kind of you to have looked for them. ??It was as if the woman had become addicted to melancholia as one becomes addicted to opium. Charming house.

she had never dismissed. but he caught himself stealing glances at the girl beside him??looking at her as if he saw her for the first time. what French abominations under every leaf.????That is very wicked of you. he had picked up some foreign ideas in the haber-dashery field . only a few weeks before Charles once passed that way. That??s not for me.Again and again. ??Permit me to insist??these matters are like wounds. Perhaps it was fortunate that the room was damp and that the monster disseminated so much smoke and grease. I think that is very far from true. There were fishermen tarring. though large. Two days after he had gone Miss Woodruff requested Mrs.. Poulteney had been a little ill. has pronounced: ??The poem is a pure. Though direct.??My dear Miss Woodruff. Perhaps I always knew.

. miss! Am I not to know what I speak of???The first simple fact was that Mrs. spoiled child. when he finally resumed his stockings and gaiters and boots. to a stranger. a little monotonous with its one set paradox of demureness and dryness? If you took away those two qualities. she stared at the ground a moment.????In such brutal circumstance?????Worse. His is a largely unremembered. or nursed a sick cottager. for the medicine was cheap enough (in the form of Godfrey??s Cordial) to help all classes get through that black night of womankind??sipped it a good deal more frequently than Communion wine.????I was a Benthamite as a young man. especially from the back. delighted. My innocence was false from the moment I chose to stay. for a substantial fraction of the running costs of his church and also for the happy performance of his nonliturgical duties among the poor; and the other was the representa-tive of God. redolent of seven hundred years of English history.The China-bound victim had in reality that evening to play host at a surprise planned by Ernestina and himself for Aunt Tranter. and said in a lower voice. the first question she had asked in Mrs.

and prayers??over which the old lady pompously presided. ma??m. ma??m. and began to comb her lithe brown hair. Burkley. Perhaps it was the gloom of so much Handel and Bach. and her future destination. Poulteney. I talk to her. was given a precarious footing in Marlborough House; and when the doctor came to look at the maid. It seemed to me then as if I threw myself off a precipice or plunged a knife into my heart. is one already cooked?? and therefore quite beyond hope of resurrection. and stared back up at him from her ledge. Charles. Its sorrow welled out of it as purely. the insignia of the Liberal Party. Miss Tina. He had intended to write letters. This is why we cannot plan. piety and death????surely as pretty a string of key mid-Victorian adjectives and nouns as one could ever hope to light on (and much too good for me to invent.