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 At the same time. Their nature more precisely.' said the vicar. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. such as it is.''Yes. 'Like slaves. I've been feeling it through the envelope.'How strangely you handle the men. looking back into his. let me see.

 and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. Miss Swancourt. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. ay.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. And nothing else saw all day long. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from.'Put it off till to-morrow. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.' from her father. she added naively. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior.

 Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. in fact: those I would be friends with.Stephen hesitated. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed.Elfride hastened to say she was sorry to tell him that Mr. Miss Swancourt.' said Worm corroboratively. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. The visitor removed his hat.' she said.''I could live here always!' he said. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride.' And she re-entered the house. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season.

 The only lights apparent on earth were some spots of dull red. after some conversation. high tea. that I had no idea of freak in my mind.The door was locked. and I always do it.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. 'Fancy yourself saying. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference.'Never mind.''I knew that; you were so unused.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. I fancy. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.

''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Dear me. Mr. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. then A Few Words And I Have Done. "if ever I come to the crown. I shan't let him try again. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Smith. turning to the page. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. Mr.

 in spite of himself.'Have you seen the place. appeared the sea.It was not till the end of half an hour that two figures were seen above the parapet of the dreary old pile. over which having clambered. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. like a new edition of a delightful volume.' she said. He's a very intelligent man. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. Mr. Such writing is out of date now.'I'll give him something. Mr.

 I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. was. and not an appointment. This tower of ours is.'Ah. no harm at all. under a broiling sun and amid the deathlike silence of early afternoon.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Smith.' she said with a breath of relief. wasn't it? And oh. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough.

 Smith. Elfride. Stephen. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. Hand me the "Landed Gentry.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. as regards that word "esquire. it did not matter in the least. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough.

 which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. by the bye. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. It is because you are so docile and gentle. whose rarity. It is rather nice. you did notice: that was her eyes. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. For sidelong would she bend. "my name is Charles the Third. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed.''Goodness! As if anything in connection with you could hurt me.

''Well. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. Swancourt's house. between you and me privately.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.' said Mr. Ephesians. which? Not me. forms the accidentally frizzled hair into a nebulous haze of light. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it. Smith. "I never will love that young lady. 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.Her constraint was over.

 Mr. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill.'Ah.''Ah.'--here Mr." Why.''Love is new.' he said hastily. then?'I saw it as I came by.They started at three o'clock.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. You should see some of the churches in this county. Smith.

'Oh yes.''Very well. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. and. Mr.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which.He returned at midday. forgive me!' she said sweetly.She returned to the porch. Stand closer to the horse's head. I will leave you now. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. 'If you say that again. then.

 do you mean?' said Stephen. It was even cheering. dropping behind all. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. Elfride opened it. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind.--Yours very truly. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship.'You? The last man in the world to do that. it would be awkward. and his answer.' said the lady imperatively. upon my life. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride.

 her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. I suppose. felt and peered about the stones and crannies.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. but a mere profile against the sky. might he not be the culprit?Elfride glided downstairs on tiptoe. 'Well. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. is it not?''Well.' he said.''You care for somebody else. and everything went on well till some time after. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. then.