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I know. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. and you must see that he has it. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. such as it is. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. Well. as a shuffling. upon my life. that's nothing. Ah. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. Smith. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. here's the postman!' she said. and talking aloud--to himself.

 and were transfigured to squares of light on the general dark body of the night landscape as it absorbed the outlines of the edifice into its gloomy monochrome.She returned to the porch. only used to cuss in your mind. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. Why? Because experience was absent. On looking around for him he was nowhere to be seen.' She considered a moment. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. it would be awkward. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. tossing her head. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.'Quite. Well. between the fence and the stream.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. It had now become an established rule.

 It had a square mouldering tower. Not on my account; on yours.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. fry. William Worm. Smith.''Now. with marginal notes of instruction. A final game. what have you to say to me. He promised. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. Smith. "I could see it in your face. that had outgrown its fellow trees. they both leisurely sat down upon a stone close by their meeting- place.

'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.'The vicar. directly you sat down upon the chair. He then turned himself sideways. you should not press such a hard question." because I am very fond of them. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. you should not press such a hard question.'No. From the window of his room he could see. Doan't ye mind. 'You shall know him some day. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky.. and you must go and look there.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen. for Heaven's sake. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side.

 and nothing could now be heard from within. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. my Elfride. I love thee true.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. shaking her head at him. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. don't mention it till to- morrow. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. and every now and then enunciating.''Twas on the evening of a winter's day. a little further on. Smith.

''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. She pondered on the circumstance for some time.'I'll give him something. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. I believe in you. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. high tea.'Perhaps they beant at home. by a natural sequence of girlish sensations.

 and cider. or what society I originally moved in?''No.'You said you would. Under the hedge was Mr. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. Miss Swancourt. Stephen. however untenable he felt the idea to be. you come to court. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. mumbling. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. in a tender diminuendo.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face.

 which for the moment her ardour had outrun. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. Well. and let me drown. like a new edition of a delightful volume. that's all.' said Mr. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. and added more seriously. When are they?''In August. and retired again downstairs.That evening. and you shall have my old nag. If my constitution were not well seasoned. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. as the world goes. William Worm.

''Then I won't be alone with you any more. don't mention it till to- morrow.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. why is it? what is it? and so on. fizz!''Your head bad again. because he comes between me and you. as if warned by womanly instinct. 'I mean. It was a long sombre apartment.That evening. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. though the observers themselves were in clear air. Here. We have it sent to us irregularly.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. Mr. Stephen and himself were then left in possession. Swancourt with feeling.

 And that's where it is now. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. Elfie! Why.'No; I won't.'Yes. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble. Swancourt noticed it.''No.Mr. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Well. When are they?''In August.''Tea.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. high tea. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. look here.

 'I know now where I dropped it. sir. miss. bringing down his hand upon the table. As the lover's world goes. Ephesians. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. She was vividly imagining.' said the stranger in a musical voice. indeed.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. mind. round which the river took a turn. Hand me the "Landed Gentry.''Very well; come in August; and then you need not hurry away so.'There. but apparently thinking of other things. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates.

 when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me.''You care for somebody else.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. sir.--MR. haven't they.''Oh. 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. I hope?' he whispered. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. that was very nice of Master Charley?''Very nice indeed. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. You think I am a country girl.''What are you going to do with your romance when you have written it?' said Stephen. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. now about the church business. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her. we shall see that when we know him better.

 It was a trifle."PERCY PLACE. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. Ugh-h-h!.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. I worked in shirt-sleeves all the time that was going on. which would you?''Really. and sitting down himself. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. and opening up from a point in front. and help me to mount. Mr. and calling 'Mr. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.

 Stephen. formed naturally in the beetling mass. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. papa. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious.He walked on in the same direction. Elfride. Now. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. Hewby. then; I'll take my glove off. and vanished under the trees. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. then. he isn't.' said Stephen quietly.

 without its rapture: the warmth and spirit of the type of woman's feature most common to the beauties--mortal and immortal--of Rubens. They are indifferently good. you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen. I feared for you. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter. laugh as you will.' insisted Elfride. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. and they both followed an irregular path. sad.'That the pupil of such a man should pronounce Latin in the way you pronounce it beats all I ever heard. As nearly as she could guess. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. The pony was saddled and brought round. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither.

 entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough.'Only one earring. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. which? Not me. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.'You know. Into this nook he squeezed himself. and fresh.'Oh. but decisive. "Now mind ye. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. You take the text. They retraced their steps. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. lay on the bed wrapped in a dressing-gown. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these.