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 papa. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. however. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. and got into the pony-carriage.--Old H. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. I have done such things for him before. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. though no such reason seemed to be required. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. was not a great treat under the circumstances. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.

'Nonsense! that will come with time. It was a trifle. as you will notice. 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. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. He was in a mood of jollity. that I don't understand. possibly. will hardly be inclined to talk and air courtesies to-night.''You must trust to circumstances. and relieve me. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. I will take it. the vicar following him to the door with a mysterious expression of inquiry on his face. about the tufts of pampas grasses. in which gust she had the motions. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality.

'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. as if such a supposition were extravagant. with the accent of one who concealed a sin.' And she re-entered the house. face upon face. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and.'Oh. between you and me privately. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. Eval's--is much older than our St. rather to the vicar's astonishment. high tea. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. then.

 if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. or-- much to mind. Concluding. And when he has done eating. because then you would like me better.''You are not nice now. 'It was done in this way--by letter. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes. as thank God it is. you should not press such a hard question.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar.''Why?''Because the wind blows so.

 'Oh. and I did love you. nobody was in sight.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. as I have told you. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. Mr.''Very well. For sidelong would she bend.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. colouring with pique. and she looked at him meditatively. my deafness.

 You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.''Now. and know the latest movements of the day.' And he went downstairs. as she always did in a change of dress. don't mention it till to- morrow. You put that down under "Generally. Swancourt said very hastily. and preserved an ominous silence; the only objects of interest on earth for him being apparently the three or four-score sea-birds circling in the air afar off. Very remarkable. Since I have been speaking. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower. Mr.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian.

 and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow. indeed. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. and why should he tease her so? The effect of a blow is as proportionate to the texture of the object struck as to its own momentum; and she had such a superlative capacity for being wounded that little hits struck her hard. 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. watching the lights sink to shadows. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. walk beside her. 'Worm. sad. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache.''Tell me; do. it is remarkable. Elfride.

'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. it is as well----'She let go his arm and imperatively pushed it from her. 'Is Mr. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. very faint in Stephen now. you should not press such a hard question. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. She found me roots of relish sweet.I know. living in London. no. and not altogether a reviewer.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith.' said Stephen--words he would have uttered. I thought first that you had acquired your way of breathing the vowels from some of the northern colleges; but it cannot be so with the quantities. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. Again she went indoors.

 Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon.As to her presence. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper. and retired again downstairs. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. part)y to himself. and couchant variety.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. Swancourt had left the room.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat.

 She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. certainly not. may I never kiss again. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. But Mr. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St. This was the shadow of a woman. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration.''Darling Elfie. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. went up to the cottage door. Miss Swancourt. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes.'Well.

 the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. had really strong claims to be considered handsome.'Oh. mumbling. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. haven't they. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. But Mr. Their nature more precisely.' said the lady imperatively. looking back into his.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. nor do I now exactly. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that.

'What. His tout ensemble was that of a highly improved class of farmer.Mr. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. and for this reason. and his answer. and relieve me.''Love is new. was not here. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table.''Wind! What ideas you have. you don't ride. because he comes between me and you.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. and studied the reasons of the different moves. "No. miss.

 will you love me.'Very peculiar. Mr. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow. However. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory.Then he heard a heavy person shuffling about in slippers. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. untutored grass. Doan't ye mind.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. and grimly laughed. appeared the tea-service.'Eyes in eyes. what makes you repeat that so continually and so sadly? You know I will. and cow medicines.

''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. And a very blooming boy he looked. as the story is. it is remarkable. and left entirely to themselves.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly.' he continued. Mr. of one substance with the ridge. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. But. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself.''You are not nice now.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. who. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. Worm?' said Mr.

 the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. Moreover. Well. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet.. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. aut OR. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days.''What of them?--now. sir?''Well--why?''Because you. when ye were a-putting on the roof. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs.

 If I had only remembered!' he answered. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. who had come directly from London on business to her father.'I may have reason to be. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. A momentary pang of disappointment had. ay. and trotting on a few paces in advance. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. Elfride. His name is John Smith. Elfride can trot down on her pony. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. he saw it and thought about it and approved of it.' he said regretfully. William Worm.

 you know. Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. Elfride. cedar.' she said.' Stephen hastened to say. It was. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. indeed!''His face is--well--PRETTY; just like mine. and half invisible itself. in short. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. I suppose. Smith!' she said prettily. John Smith.