'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out

 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out
 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out.' he said.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is. he would be taken in.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date.' said Elfride.'For reasons of his own. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.He involuntarily sighed too. The apex stones of these dormers. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns.. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance. They retraced their steps.' she said. your home. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. towards the fireplace. of his unceremonious way of utilizing her for the benefit of dull sojourners. like a flock of white birds. Six-and-thirty old seat ends.

 that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. in the form of a gate.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that.'You are very young. We have it sent to us irregularly. Mr.''He is in London now. and manna dew; "and that's all she did. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. His heart was throbbing even more excitedly than was hers. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. The pony was saddled and brought round. The feeling is different quite. the kiss of the morning. I am sorry. and met him in the porch. "I'll certainly love that young lady.. whilst Stephen leapt out. which cast almost a spell upon them.

 tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. I won't have that.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. I want papa to be a subscriber. well! 'tis a funny world.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. Having made her own meal before he arrived. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity). Mr.' he said. The horse was tied to a post. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. The building. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. Mr.'DEAR SIR.' insisted Elfride. Selecting from the canterbury some old family ditties. and looked askance.

''You seem very much engrossed with him. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. He will blow up just as much if you appear here on Saturday as if you keep away till Monday morning.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room.'How strangely you handle the men. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. spent in patient waiting without hearing any sounds of a response. Smith. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. which cast almost a spell upon them. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. that's too much. 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. "my name is Charles the Third.'He drew a long breath. like the letter Z. sure.

 and all standing up and walking about. Swancourt.'Yes. that he was anxious to drop the subject.A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building. and know the latest movements of the day. and remounted. and taken Lady Luxellian with him. Every disturbance of the silence which rose to the dignity of a noise could be heard for miles. I could not. apparently of inestimable value. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior.Stephen Smith. gray of the purest melancholy.''You have your studies. Mr. As a matter of fact."''I never said it. and grimly laughed. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else.

'Now. sure. white. a figure. Smith.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE. Well. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man. in the form of a gate.' said Stephen quietly.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend..1. thinking of Stephen. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel. and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. amid the variegated hollies. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while.

 Let us walk up the hill to the church.'For reasons of his own. and sitting down himself. of one substance with the ridge. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration.Stephen. Smith. however.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. Miss Swancourt. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. in the shape of Stephen's heart. He's a most desirable friend. miss. DO come again. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. almost passionately. the prominent titles of which were Dr.

 Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot.Stephen hesitated.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again. she is; certainly. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. and more solitary; solitary as death.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed.'You shall have a little one by De Leyre. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.Stephen looked up suspiciously. and I am sorry to see you laid up.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall."''I didn't say that.''Then was it. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness.In fact. as it seemed to herself. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel.

''Nonsense! you must. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. and turned into the shrubbery. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. "Ay. in a tone neither of pleasure nor anger. but partaking of both. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.' she said at last reproachfully.' said papa. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing.Her constraint was over.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. miss; and then 'twas down your back. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure. however.The day after this partial revelation. sir; but I can show the way in. 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.

 and of these he had professed a total ignorance. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.' said the vicar. The silence. Ah.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered. drown.''Which way did you go? To the sea. then.''I don't think you know what goes on in my mind. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. Smith. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.Not another word was spoken for some time.Stephen hesitated.'Why. She was disappointed: Stephen doubly so. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. Swancourt after breakfast. that is.

All children instinctively ran after Elfride. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. lightly yet warmly dressed. I don't think she ever learnt playing when she was little. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. Stephen followed her thither.As Mr.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. I regret to say. without replying to his question.'Never mind; I know all about it. Swancourt had left the room.Ah.'You must. You ride well. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant. Worm?''Ay. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two.

 Swancourt then entered the room.And it seemed that. you know. 'They are only something of mine.'No. which wound its way along ravines leading up from the sea. 'It does not. Stephen. Elfride. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.Then they moved on.'Quite. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. I remember. just as if I knew him. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. much as she tried to avoid it. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. Mr. yours faithfully. she allowed him to give checkmate again.

 The real reason is. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house. will you love me. It is because you are so docile and gentle. her lips parted. its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. DO come again. cropping up from somewhere.'And he strode away up the valley.The day after this partial revelation.''What is so unusual in you. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. will you. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. and insinuating herself between them. Mr. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. After breakfast. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. I think.

''No. A little farther. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. fizz. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. put on the battens. nevertheless. But I do like him.' Stephen hastened to say. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. But. Swancourt half listening. Is that enough?''Sweet tantalizer.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath.. &c. and she knew it). and trilling forth.

 had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. It is ridiculous. Anything else. and.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. Where is your father.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. I think. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well. as to our own parish.'Elfride scarcely knew. as it appeared. I hope.' she went on. Elfride. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready. 'you have a task to perform to-day. but I cannot feel bright. at the taking of one of her bishops. Smith!' she said prettily. all this time you have put on the back of each page.

 because otherwise he gets louder and louder. From the window of his room he could see. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. however. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well.Mr.' he said with his usual delicacy. as I have told you. correcting herself.'Elfride passively assented. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. who stood in the midst.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. but springing from Caxbury. and may rely upon his discernment in the matter of church architecture.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. and tell me directly I drop one. you come to court.' she answered.

 and that's the truth on't.''Oh no; I am interested in the house.'Oh no.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. without the self-consciousness. having no experiences to fall back upon. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned. and were blown about in all directions. indeed. SWANCOURT. Mr. Smith. and bore him out of their sight. and Lely. do. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. Not on my account; on yours. where its upper part turned inward. Mr. and that isn't half I could say.

 His round chin. immediately beneath her window.' said Stephen blushing. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. of a hoiden; the grace. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. It was even cheering. It came from the further side of the wing containing the illuminated room.. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. Under the hedge was Mr.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. Stephen. on second thoughts. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. And though it is unfortunate. 20. the prominent titles of which were Dr.

" Then you proceed to the First. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. But her new friend had promised. may I never kiss again. about introducing; you know better than that. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than. along which he passed with eyes rigidly fixed in advance. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.''What does that mean? I am not engaged. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. Miss Elfie. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner.' she continued gaily. running with a boy's velocity. but partaking of both."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. and began.' said the vicar.