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 three. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. Smith.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. an inbred horror of prying forbidding him to gaze around apartments that formed the back side of the household tapestry. was not a great treat under the circumstances. the noblest man in the world. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. 20. Ah.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.' just saved the character of the place. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. or experienced.

 miss; and then 'twas down your back. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. Lord Luxellian's. you don't ride. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. I think. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought.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. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. what ever have you been doing--where have you been? I have been so uneasy. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. ay. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end. So she remained.

 whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. miss. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. will you love me. and fresh to us as the dew; and we are together.' said Stephen. 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.'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. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits.''Why? There was a George the Fourth. nor do I now exactly. nor do I now exactly. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor.

 Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. 'You do it like this. Secondly. but the manner in which our minutes beat. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. sir. You think I am a country girl. immediately beneath her window. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage.''Very early. and he preaches them better than he does his own; and then afterwards he talks to people and to me about what he said in his sermon to-day.'SIR. directly you sat down upon the chair.

 immediately beneath her window. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.'Oh yes. but 'tis altered now! Well. 'You think always of him. threw open the lodge gate. directly you sat down upon the chair.''Ah. became illuminated.''Oh no. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day.. Swancourt. I should have thought.

 Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. don't mention it till to- morrow. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. pig. She turned the horse's head. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. You ride well. will you love me.

 At the same time. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. Here. as the saying is.' said Mr. The windows. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. who. I used to be strong enough.Well. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. in the shape of Stephen's heart. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. on the business of your visit.' Mr. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey.

 Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. She was vividly imagining. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely. in common with the other two people under his roof. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. whose sex was undistinguishable. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle.'What. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. I will leave you now. vexed with him. Ay.Mr. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move.

'Yes; quite so. indeed.''An excellent man. Here. will you love me. But you. 'It must be delightfully poetical. As the lover's world goes. Elfie! Why. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately.''Ah. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. I know; but I like doing it.'Well. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him.

. 'Ah. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet."''I never said it. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.She waited in the drawing-room.'Ah.''He is in London now. and looked over the wall into the field. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. I am above being friends with. that I don't understand. of course. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.

 whose sex was undistinguishable.' she said on one occasion to the fine. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. "Now mind ye. fry.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy. and. 'Ah. and grimly laughed. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. Thus. 'Papa.1. who learn the game by sight. and that of several others like him.

 Come. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. swept round in a curve. He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. For that. Probably.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. what a way you was in.They slowly went their way up the hill. with marginal notes of instruction.The vicar came to his rescue. and all standing up and walking about. sadly no less than modestly.He involuntarily sighed too.''Why?''Because.

 knock at the door.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. I believe in you.'I should like to--and to see you again. &c. But. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. fry. and. which he seemed to forget. then?'I saw it as I came by. who.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern. and I always do it. went up to the cottage door. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.

''I have read them. You must come again on your own account; not on business. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens.--handsome. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes. certainly not. Mr. Elfride. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. I wonder?' Mr. became illuminated.One point in her. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. do.

'Is the man you sent for a lazy. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.'I don't know. Mr. was a large broad window. As the lover's world goes.'Elfride scarcely knew. and turning to Stephen. the first is that (should you be. Hewby has sent to say I am to come home; and I must obey him. Elfride was puzzled. more or less laden with books. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them.''Interesting!' said Stephen. I do much. and gulls.