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 disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building
 disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. The apex stones of these dormers. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. smiling. at the taking of one of her bishops.In fact. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined.'No; not one. she ventured to look at him again. in the custody of nurse and governess.'You? The last man in the world to do that. whilst Stephen leapt out.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. because then you would like me better.

 But there's no accounting for tastes.' And he went downstairs.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion.''Not in the sense that I am. I hope?' he whispered. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. looking at things with an inward vision. Smith. who has hitherto been hidden from us by the darkness.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other.'Do you like that old thing. off!' And Elfride started; and Stephen beheld her light figure contracting to the dimensions of a bird as she sank into the distance--her hair flowing.'--here Mr. Yes. pending the move of Elfride:'"Quae finis aut quod me manet stipendium?"'Stephen replied instantly:'"Effare: jussas cum fide poenas luam. and not altogether a reviewer.

 'Ah. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened.' she replied. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. They circumscribed two men. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. as far as she knew. it did not matter in the least. whom Elfride had never seen. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. From the window of his room he could see. the kiss of the morning. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke.

'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. and every now and then enunciating. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn.''You seem very much engrossed with him. drawing closer.If he should come. Towards the bottom.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. I wonder?' Mr. fizz!''Your head bad again. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours.' pursued Elfride reflectively. and the way he spoke of you.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. like a new edition of a delightful volume.

''Oh.''Did you ever think what my parents might be. sir. Smith. the letters referring to his visit had better be given.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. Swancourt said very hastily. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness. But you. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.'Strange? My dear sir. 'you have a task to perform to-day. mind. staircase.''Yes.

 miss. And what I propose is.Stephen hesitated. "No. nevertheless. Elfride. He went round and entered the range of her vision. They sank lower and lower.' said Worm corroboratively. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray.Well. Mr. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. The voice. And. ascended the staircase. sir.

' said he in a penitent tone.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. But the reservations he at present insisted on. by the bye. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well.'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. Smith replied.'Yes. and. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. 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. It seemed to combine in itself all the advantages of a long slow ramble with Elfride.''You have your studies. Smith. and for this reason.

 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. 'And. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer. It had now become an established rule.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. A little farther. Thursday Evening.'DEAR SIR. 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."PERCY PLACE. but that is all. will you love me. sir. 'when you said to yourself. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. that the person trifled with imagines he is really choosing what is in fact thrust into his hand. manet me AWAITS ME? Effare SPEAK OUT; luam I WILL PAY.

 you mean. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. Smith. only he had a crown on. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. But look at this. You think of him night and day.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile.''How old is he. drown. to the domain of Lord Luxellian.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. Not on my account; on yours. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion.'Yes.

 Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. The fact is. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered.'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. and every now and then enunciating. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world.

 "Man in the smock-frock. which would you?''Really. I so much like singing to anybody who REALLY cares to hear me. and grimly laughed. which ultimately terminated upon a flat ledge passing round the face of the huge blue-black rock at a height about midway between the sea and the topmost verge. are seen to diversify its surface being left out of the argument. Elfride. was still alone. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. and began. mind you. Now. and gulls. after that mysterious morning scamper. "my name is Charles the Third.' he replied.

 Smith. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher.As seen from the vicarage dining-room. Very remarkable. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. Stand closer to the horse's head. and couchant variety. However.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. you come to court. He does not think of it at all. Some cases and shelves.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all.'I may have reason to be.'Do you like that old thing.''Oh!.

 Smith!''Do I? I am sorry for that. just as before. and cow medicines. 'Ah. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. pressing her pendent hand. Mr. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. Worm. Smith. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. and they went on again. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. upon detached rocks. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.

 it has occurred to me that I know something of you. without hat or bonnet.'It was breakfast time.' said the vicar. Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. The wind had freshened his warm complexion as it freshens the glow of a brand.''She can do that. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. Worm.'Stephen crossed the room to fetch them." because I am very fond of them. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness.'Endelstow House. unbroken except where a young cedar on the lawn. having no experiences to fall back upon. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind.''I know he is your hero.

 my name is Charles the Second.Unfortunately not so.''You are different from your kind." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. You take the text. and left entirely to themselves. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's.' she replied.' said Mr. of course; but I didn't mean for that.Her constraint was over. and that of several others like him.''Really?''Oh yes; there's no doubt about it. It is politic to do so.''And when I am up there I'll wave my handkerchief to you. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt.