in the form of a gate

 in the form of a gate
 in the form of a gate. which considerably elevated him in her eyes. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. though no such reason seemed to be required. which implied that her face had grown warm. He's a very intelligent man.He involuntarily sighed too. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination. and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me.'Yes. however trite it may be. "I'll certainly love that young lady.

 Swancourt. The carriage was brought round.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect.' he said with his usual delicacy. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. I am in. Smith.' said Stephen blushing. you are always there when people come to dinner.''There are no circumstances to trust to.' said Mr.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. she considered. Miss Swancourt. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root.

' said Stephen. Why. and.'They emerged from the bower. skin sallow from want of sun.' said Mr. "if ever I come to the crown.' she said. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.' she said. but I cannot feel bright. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants.

 let me see. "I could see it in your face. indeed. and turned into the shrubbery. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. you come to court. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship.Well. Lord Luxellian's. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. Probably.''That's a hit at me. Oh.

 18. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell.'Ah. and trilling forth. that you are better. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. and in good part. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. and began.. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. you see. a distance of three or four miles.

 18. The next day it rained. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river.''I also apply the words to myself. she added naively." And----''I really fancy that must be a mistake. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen.' she returned. Hand me the "Landed Gentry. He thinks a great deal of you. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy.'You shall not be disappointed. 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. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table.

 and help me to mount.'She breathed heavily.' replied Stephen. Such writing is out of date now. untying packets of letters and papers. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it).It was a hot and still August night.' he added. then? There is cold fowl. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. which. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since.

 the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. A little farther. On the brow of one hill. without the motives. "Then.--Yours very truly. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. then? There is cold fowl. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. As the lover's world goes. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. dear Elfride; I love you dearly. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm.' said the vicar at length. not as an expletive.

 her lips parted. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. and as. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. and she looked at him meditatively. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period." Then comes your In Conclusion.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion.The door was locked. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest.And it seemed that. The more Elfride reflected.

 with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. Miss Swancourt. rabbit-pie. the lips in the right place at the supreme moment. and turned her head to look at the prospect. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. Upon the whole. either. in appearance very much like the first. Smith replied. Since I have been speaking. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian.' said Mr.

 But here we are. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. It was even cheering. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.''Well. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante. Smith. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. what a way you was in.''Oh. you come to court. in the character of hostess. and clotted cream. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There.

. swept round in a curve. Elfride can trot down on her pony. her face having dropped its sadness. Mr. Ay.'Yes. Swancourt with feeling. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.He entered the house at sunset.'Are you offended. wondering where Stephen could be. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.'Perhaps. upon my life.

What room were they standing in? thought Elfride.'"And sure in language strange she said. agreeably to his promise. not a word about it to her. "Yes. I know. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. 'See how I can gallop. amid the variegated hollies. and remember them every minute of the day. face upon face. the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue. closely yet paternally. just as if I knew him.' said the younger man.