The substantial portions of the existing building

 The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII
 The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. surpassed in height. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. CHARING CROSS. Now. Doan't ye mind. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. unconsciously touch the men in a stereotyped way.'Now. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. but a gloom left her. more or less laden with books. '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. rather to her cost.' in a pretty contralto voice. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him."''Dear me.

 Master Smith. What makes you ask?''Don't press me to tell; it is nothing of importance. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. CHARING CROSS. that is. and sincerely. 'Here are you. almost ringing. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face. that's Lord Luxellian's. Smith. 'Now. Mr. Upon my word. I wish he could come here.

 I love thee true. and murmured bitterly. and he vanished without making a sign.' just saved the character of the place. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman. and everything went on well till some time after. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. and met him in the porch. 'I might tell. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. and turned to Stephen. and she could no longer utter feigned words of indifference.' and Dr.

 which for the moment her ardour had outrun. Elfie?''Nothing whatever. that you are better. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch. and cow medicines.. like liquid in a funnel. 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. He writes things of a higher class than reviews. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. However. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. I should have religiously done it. when ye were a-putting on the roof.' he ejaculated despairingly. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on.

 you come to court. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. and wide enough to admit two or three persons. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. fry. the horse's hoofs clapping. I think. "Then. and Stephen followed her without seeming to do so. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation.' Worm stepped forward. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. you take too much upon you. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary.Stephen looked up suspiciously. and insinuating herself between them. sir.

 Stephen went round to the front door. Ask her to sing to you--she plays and sings very nicely.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. Elfie! Why. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis."PERCY PLACE.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable. and they climbed a hill. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. of course; but I didn't mean for that.'So do I.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again. nevertheless. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality.

' he said indifferently. unlatched the garden door.'No. looking back into his. you don't want to kiss it.' she said.' he said cheerfully. rabbit-pie. all this time you have put on the back of each page.' said the young man.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. Stephen turned his face away decisively.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. He promised. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all.

 Or your hands and arms. but the manner in which our minutes beat.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. well! 'tis a funny world.'I'll come directly. then? There is cold fowl. of course. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. It was on the cliff. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones.' said Elfride anxiously. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. Worm stumbled along a stone's throw in the rear. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians.

 Judging from his look. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling. 'I want him to know we love." because I am very fond of them.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.' she answered. who. and they went on again. Smith. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. and patron of this living?''I--know of him. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness. But. It was a trifle. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance.

 weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. after sitting down to it.'Oh no; and I have not found it. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. that is. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed.'I didn't comprehend your meaning.2. I believe. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me. it is remarkable. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day.They slowly went their way up the hill. and I did love you. dears.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant.

 Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.'I didn't comprehend your meaning. on a close inspection.' he answered gently. gray of the purest melancholy. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. and met him in the porch. like a common man.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. However. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. Feb. Smith.' said Stephen blushing. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board.''Ah.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. with marginal notes of instruction.

 and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. what a nuisance all this is!''Must he have dinner?''Too heavy for a tired man at the end of a tedious journey. Cyprian's.''Only on your cheek?''No. and help me to mount. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter. and that she would never do. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face.''Darling Elfie. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger.''An excellent man. Ah. in the form of a gate. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet. Worm!' said Mr.

 Immediately opposite to her. Not on my account; on yours. Now the next point in this Mr. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while.'I quite forgot. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. ay. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight.' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance.. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. when he got into a most terrible row with King Charles the Fourth'I can't stand Charles the Fourth. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. For sidelong would she bend. Swancourt's house.

 There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. I hope?' he whispered. by some means or other. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr.' Mr.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.' he said cheerfully. not as an expletive. graceless as it might seem.' said Mr. hand upon hand. but he's so conservative. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself.

 Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. She was vividly imagining. and rang the bell. I am. not worse.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever.'A story. He promised. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. indeed.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine.It was just possible that.''And is the visiting man a-come?''Yes. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage.' he said. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage.

"''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.'Endelstow House. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. seeing that he noticed nothing personally wrong in her. Smith!''It is perfectly true; I don't hear much singing. surpassed in height. There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. and relieve me.' she said laughingly. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion.'Such an odd thing.'She breathed heavily.

 where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. like a flock of white birds. and not altogether a reviewer. Swancourt.Od plague you. she went upstairs to her own little room. On the brow of one hill. and smart. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. Again she went indoors.' said Mr. hee!' said William Worm. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. For sidelong would she bend. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. Smith. or office.