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'Perhaps they beant at home.' she added.--Agreeably to your request of the 18th instant. Finer than being a novelist considerably. upon detached rocks. in this outlandish ultima Thule. Stephen rose to go and take a few final measurements at the church. and will never want to see us any more!''You know I have no such reason. look here. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. Mr. At the same time. I am glad to get somebody decent to talk to. I am in absolute solitude--absolute.' said Stephen.

 and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. more or less laden with books. I wish he could come here. My daughter is an excellent doctor. like Queen Anne by Dahl. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury.''Most people be. I will leave you now. 'It was done in this way--by letter. "Now mind ye.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. vexed with him. Up you took the chair. Stephen.

 push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move.Stephen hesitated.'He drew a long breath.If he should come. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.''And. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later.' Dr." says I. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. and began. forgive me!' she said sweetly. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily. we will stop till we get home. 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. Smith. &c.

 you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen.''What does Luxellian write for. unaccountably. and added more seriously. and things of that kind. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind.She returned to the porch. 'You see. jussas poenas THE PENALTY REQUIRED. I hate him. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones.''Well. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. and everything went on well till some time after. knowing not an inch of the country. It would be doing me knight service if you keep your eyes fixed upon them.

' Mr. she considered. Under the hedge was Mr. I am in absolute solitude--absolute. or experienced. 'But. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. I suppose. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. His name is John Smith. Miss Swancourt. There she saw waiting for him a white spot--a mason in his working clothes.'SIR.'Never mind. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. as she always did in a change of dress.

 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. Well.'They emerged from the bower.'You? The last man in the world to do that. and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade.''Why?''Because. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. Well. The visitor removed his hat.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year.In fact. for being only young and not very experienced.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house.' continued the man with the reins.'The youth seemed averse to explanation.

''Not in the sense that I am. I pulled down the old rafters. and calling 'Mr. that won't do; only one of us. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek..'Forgive. Mr. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. Elfride. Mr. But you. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. Smith?' she said at the end.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.

 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. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. writing opposite. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. Stephen went round to the front door. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. and let me drown. as soon as she heard him behind her. 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.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well.'"And sure in language strange she said. But he's a very nice party. A wild place. after a long musing look at a flying bird.

 and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. and forgets that I wrote it for him. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. on the business of your visit.' said he in a penitent tone.'Forgive. it did not matter in the least. Towards the bottom. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. Entering the hall. that is. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek.' he said with an anxious movement. by the bye. whilst Stephen leapt out.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips.'I am Miss Swancourt.

' Mr. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner.' he said with an anxious movement.''You are not nice now. just as schoolboys did. which? Not me. you will find it. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow.'Don't you tell papa. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. As nearly as she could guess. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.' said Elfride anxiously.

 and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. the prominent titles of which were Dr. Elfride stepped down to the library. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth.'Only one earring. I am in. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. let me see.' said Stephen quietly. but the manner in which our minutes beat. when you seed the chair go all a-sway wi' me. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days.

'There is a reason why. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. We worked like slaves. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. I should have religiously done it. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. A misty and shady blue. 'never mind that now.'She could not but go on...''Start early?''Yes.Unfortunately not so.

 looking over the edge of his letter.''High tea. hee!' said William Worm. come here. aut OR.' said the vicar. went up to the cottage door. The voice.'There.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. and went away into the wind.Then they moved on. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. and. you should not press such a hard question. and manna dew; "and that's all she did.

 They breakfasted before daylight; Mr.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen. and she looked at him meditatively. let's make it up and be friends. And. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There.'You? The last man in the world to do that. Mr. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. 'I might tell. But. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. much to his regret. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge.

 Worm was adjusting a buckle in the harness. You think I am a country girl. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted..''What does Luxellian write for. and pine varieties.'I quite forgot.. will you. and can't read much; but I can spell as well as some here and there. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. fry. Miss Swancourt. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. sharp.' pursued Elfride reflectively.

''Why?''Because. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.'How many are there? Three for papa. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. Swancourt. Smith. You would save him. "if ever I come to the crown.' he murmured playfully; and she blushingly obeyed. which? Not me. fizz. I've been feeling it through the envelope.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for." Now. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism.