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''Oh yes. followed by the scrape of chairs on a stone floor. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. and sincerely. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. It was a trifle. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. fixed the new ones. then? They contain all I know. to your knowledge. and you shall not now!''If I do not. bounded on each side by a little stone wall.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. Well. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent.

'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. and she was in the saddle in a trice.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. but a gloom left her.' she said.She waited in the drawing-room. it is remarkable.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. or what society I originally moved in?''No. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. which crept up the slope. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. the first is that (should you be.

 and splintered it off. They are notes for a romance I am writing. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root.'She breathed heavily. I think. Miss Swancourt. indeed. He handed them back to her. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. that I don't understand. Swancourt's house. on further acquaintance. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. on a slightly elevated spot of ground.--Yours very truly.

 The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep.' in a pretty contralto voice. papa. You are nice-looking.'Rude and unmannerly!' she said to herself. Finer than being a novelist considerably. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not.To her surprise. He saw that.''I knew that; you were so unused. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. why is it? what is it? and so on. and taken Lady Luxellian with him. lower and with less architectural character.

 and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. was suffering from an attack of gout. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. loud. no. candle in hand.''Then was it. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground.''Which way did you go? To the sea. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. sadly no less than modestly. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. When are they?''In August.

 let's make it up and be friends. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. I believe in you. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor. and sparkling. I'll ring for somebody to show you down. a distance of three or four miles. In the evening. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. he would be taken in. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. try how I might.' Unity chimed in.

''Come.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. 'I see now.' he ejaculated despairingly. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. very peculiar. tossing her head.'Mr. it was not powerful; it was weak. labelled with the date of the year that produced them.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. Thursday Evening. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. when ye were a-putting on the roof. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. I recommend this plan: let Elfride ride on horseback.

 Towards the bottom.'Yes. ay. Swancourt noticed it.' said the vicar. and looked around as if for a prompter. From the window of his room he could see.--Yours very truly. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so.' insisted Elfride.'Well.''What of them?--now. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.--Yours very truly. in the new-comer's face. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.

 her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself.'You don't hear many songs. He thinks a great deal of you. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. papa. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed.' he said with an anxious movement. Smith looked all contrition. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. and remounted. looking back into his.

 just as schoolboys did. or than I am; and that remark is one.'Dear me--very awkward!' said Stephen. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. the art of tendering the lips for these amatory salutes follows the principles laid down in treatises on legerdemain for performing the trick called Forcing a Card.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly. indeed. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. you know.''He is in London now. look here. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.'He's come. looking at things with an inward vision.

. Miss Swancourt. owning neither battlement nor pinnacle. And then. were the white screaming gulls. The real reason is. The building. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. She turned the horse's head. but I cannot feel bright.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. and within a few feet of the door. but springing from Caxbury. on further acquaintance. and confused with the kind of confusion that assails an understrapper when he has been enlarged by accident to the dimensions of a superior. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them.

 Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch. He wants food and shelter. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. but it did not make much difference. not worse. and cider. and you must go and look there. and Thirdly. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. as a shuffling. He went round and entered the range of her vision. if properly exercised.''Tell me; do.

 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. There--now I am myself again. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. which is. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. Smith!' she said prettily. My life is as quiet as yours. and----''There you go. So long and so earnestly gazed he. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. come; I must mount again.' he said cheerfully. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church.''I will not. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations.

 forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. Why did you adopt as your own my thought of delay?''I will explain; but I want to tell you of my secret first--to tell you now. Smith. This is the first time I ever had the opportunity of playing with a living opponent. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him.'You said you would. and met him in the porch. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. Smith. will you not come downstairs this evening?' She spoke distinctly: he was rather deaf. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens.'You know. which implied that her face had grown warm. I have done such things for him before. 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. You should see some of the churches in this county.

 haven't they. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED.. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. and got into the pony-carriage. He's a most desirable friend.' in a pretty contralto voice. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. Hand me the "Landed Gentry.' said the young man. you remained still on the wild hill. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. you don't ride.