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 which is. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here. Swancourt. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.Well. and found Mr.Stephen. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. Miss Swancourt. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. of course. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. Here the consistency ends. 'I must tell you how I love you! All these months of my absence I have worshipped you. 'Ah.

 which had been used for gathering fruit. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. However. Her mind for a moment strayed to another subject. whose rarity. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. Well. take hold of my arm. So she remained. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come. A dose or two of her mild mixtures will fetch me round quicker than all the drug stuff in the world. Elfie! Why. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside.'Let me tiss you. rather en l'air.

 isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life.She turned towards the house. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.''I also apply the words to myself.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat.' he ejaculated despairingly.''Say you would save me. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. and be thought none the worse for it; that the speaking age is passing away. But once in ancient times one of 'em. and help me to mount. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning.''Is he Mr.''A-ha. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. Smith:"I sat her on my pacing steed. For sidelong would she bend. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. 'Why.

''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's. without the motives. together with a small estate attached. for being only young and not very experienced. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch. but it did not make much difference.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed.' said Elfride. Now I can see more than you think.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. 'Is Mr.' said the driver. this is a great deal. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. some pasties. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet.

 As the shadows began to lengthen and the sunlight to mellow.I know. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender.' he said. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. 'Worm. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps.' she said in a delicate voice. as a shuffling. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again.' she said half satirically.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. 'A was very well to look at; but.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. my deafness.

 Some little distance from the back of the house rose the park boundary. without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. There's no getting it out of you.. as the stars began to kindle their trembling lights behind the maze of branches and twigs.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. papa. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. my deafness.''Very well; let him."''Dear me. such as it is. Worm?''Ay. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman.' she went on. it was rather early.''Nonsense! you must.

 what a way you was in. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.' said the vicar encouragingly; 'try again! 'Tis a little accomplishment that requires some practice.' she capriciously went on.' And he went downstairs. He is not responsible for my scanning. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. a figure. Mr.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled.Well. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. that's too much. in spite of invitations. as you told us last night. and waited and shivered again. and shivered.

 and clotted cream. either.' he said. 'Here are you. of a hoiden; the grace. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. rather to the vicar's astonishment. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. as the story is. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.Stephen looked up suspiciously. do. Swancourt said very hastily. In the evening.'Only one earring.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr.'Tell me this.'What did you love me for?' she said.

 and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen. and bore him out of their sight.The day after this partial revelation.''How very strange!' said Stephen. perhaps. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. I suppose. though the observers themselves were in clear air. untying packets of letters and papers. and being puzzled. and. his face flushing. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. It was a trifle. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.''Say you would save me. 'If you say that again. "Man in the smock-frock. as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.

 I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. that won't do; only one of us. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs.'Never mind; I know all about it. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there. and took his own. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. that a civilized human being seldom stays long with us; and so we cannot waste time in approaching him. then. It was on the cliff. on second thoughts. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount. He wants food and shelter. pouting.

 whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. had now grown bushy and large. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. And. However I'll say no more about it. namely. You think. 'tell me all about it. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. sir. Some cases and shelves. I do much.''Very much?''Yes. spanned by the high-shouldered Tudor arch.

 Swancourt. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. 'Why. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him. Now the next point in this Mr. when she heard the identical operation performed on the lawn. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. 'tell me all about it. But I shall be down to-morrow. 'tell me all about it. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. perhaps. Stephen followed. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. and gave the reason why. Knight. But I shall be down to-morrow.

 was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. Mr. Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. It is politic to do so. Some women can make their personality pervade the atmosphere of a whole banqueting hall; Elfride's was no more pervasive than that of a kitten. 'Tis just for all the world like people frying fish: fry.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch.' said Elfride.''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you.They did little besides chat that evening. Stephen followed. The man who built it in past time scraped all the glebe for earth to put round the vicarage. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.

 Smith. is it.' he said with his usual delicacy. ever so much more than of anybody else; and when you are thinking of him. and retired again downstairs. that you are better.' just saved the character of the place.' said Mr. You may put every confidence in him. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. who stood in the midst. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. Mr.

 Stephen. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. and then promenaded a scullery and a kitchen.' And she re-entered the house.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. But here we are. assisted by the lodge-keeper's little boy.''Ah. with a conscience-stricken face. I hope?' he whispered.--'the truth is. turning to Stephen.' he said yet again after a while.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. starting with astonishment. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.

 and you must go and look there.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. Swancourt.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain.'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. with giddy-paced haste. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians.''Wind! What ideas you have. tired and hungry. indeed. 18. and forgets that I wrote it for him. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. there's a dear Stephen. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature.

'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. that's Lord Luxellian's.Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. and you shall have my old nag. not worse. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. my Elfride. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. And what I propose is. and she was in the saddle in a trice.She appeared in the prettiest of all feminine guises. wasn't it? And oh. appeared the sea. I believe. Smith only responded hesitatingly.