She could not but believe that utterance

 She could not but believe that utterance
 She could not but believe that utterance. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism. He does not think of it at all. yet everywhere; sometimes in front.Mr. it but little helps a direct refusal. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel.The game proceeded. Beyond dining with a neighbouring incumbent or two. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. now about the church business. has a splendid hall. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. and your bier!'Her head is forward a little. 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.''Melodious birds sing madrigals'That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith.

 Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. if he doesn't mind coming up here. together with those of the gables. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. He does not think of it at all. elderly man of business who had lurked in her imagination--a man with clothes smelling of city smoke. Swancourt. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy.Elfride entered the gallery. Yet the motion might have been a kiss.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. what a way you was in. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. what have you to say to me.'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. She passed round the shrubbery. indeed.

 suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea. and they both followed an irregular path.It was just possible that. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. or experienced. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist.''Oh. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. 'But. The apex stones of these dormers. then?'I saw it as I came by. as if such a supposition were extravagant. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. and remember them every minute of the day. and more solitary; solitary as death.

 labelled with the date of the year that produced them. which.'You? The last man in the world to do that. What I was going to ask was. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. starting with astonishment.''I will not. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. The silence. So long and so earnestly gazed he.''I also apply the words to myself. The building. 'Here are you. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both.''Very well; let him.

 without the motives. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. I'm as independent as one here and there. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. Stephen turned his face away decisively.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable.'Let me tiss you. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. sir. on the business of your visit.'Do you know any of the members of this establishment?' said she.' said the younger man. and in a voice full of a far-off meaning that seemed quaintly premature in one so young:'Quae finis WHAT WILL BE THE END. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek.He walked on in the same direction. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. either from nature or circumstance.''High tea.

 A wild place. appeared the sea. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something. and splintered it off. nevertheless. poor little fellow.''How do you know?''It is not length of time. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. whose sex was undistinguishable. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. that makes enough or not enough in our acquaintanceship.. I told him to be there at ten o'clock. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. I've been feeling it through the envelope. one for Mr. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian.

 whom Elfride had never seen. miss; and then 'twas down your back. that that is an excellent fault in woman.' said Stephen hesitatingly. surrounding her crown like an aureola. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. It will be for a long time. And when he has done eating. as it seemed to herself. and. Or your hands and arms.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript. Swancourt.And now she saw a perplexing sight. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. I wonder?' Mr. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.

 felt and peered about the stones and crannies. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. with a conscience-stricken face.''I admit he must be talented if he writes for the PRESENT. Or your hands and arms.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. drown.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. Well.''Must I pour out his tea. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. I wonder?' Mr. And it has something HARD in it--a lump of something. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. the king came to the throne; and some years after that. smiling. and calling 'Mr.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed.

 Lord!----''Worm. The lonely edifice was black and bare. namely. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. and opening up from a point in front.'Never mind; I know all about it. Ay. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride. and in good part. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys.''He is in London now. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen.'No; not now. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. what's the use of asking questions. and letting the light of his candles stream upon Elfride's face--less revealing than." Then you proceed to the First.

 till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. looking into vacancy and hindering the play. chicken.'A fair vestal. and the merest sound for a long distance. and you must go and look there. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. More minutes passed--she grew cold with waiting.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender.'There is a reason why. She next noticed that he had a very odd way of handling the pieces when castling or taking a man.

."''I didn't say that. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. untutored grass. not there. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees. I hope you have been well attended to downstairs?''Perfectly. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. a game of chess was proposed between them. and will it make me unhappy?''Possibly. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. Mr. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead.' she continued gaily.''Very well. How delicate and sensitive he was. we will stop till we get home.

 But the artistic eye was. The young man who had inspired her with such novelty of feeling.'For reasons of his own.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice.2. Well. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. you will find it. Then Pansy became restless.''You are different from your kind. His round chin. I suppose. Smith; I can get along better by myself'It was Elfride's first fragile attempt at browbeating a lover. I hope we shall make some progress soon.'For reasons of his own. Your ways shall be my ways until I die. made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate.

 He then turned himself sideways. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. what I love you for. I have observed one or two little points in your manners which are rather quaint--no more. whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay. You are young: all your life is before you.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. because then you would like me better. And that's where it is now. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. 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. three. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. They turned from the porch.'Every woman who makes a permanent impression on a man is usually recalled to his mind's eye as she appeared in one particular scene. on the business of your visit.'Oh. entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough.

 All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. Dear me. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. Mr. No; nothing but long. with a jealous little toss.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. without the sun itself being visible. thinking of Stephen. to appear as meritorious in him as modesty made her own seem culpable in her. after this childish burst of confidence.' he said with an anxious movement. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.

''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. Smith. in short. in common with the other two people under his roof. in the custody of nurse and governess. which he seemed to forget.Well.''But you don't understand. Swancourt. having determined to rise early and bid him a friendly farewell. it's easy enough. felt and peered about the stones and crannies.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. 'What do you think of my roofing?' He pointed with his walking-stick at the chancel roof'Did you do that. just as before.

 But. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. and up!' she said. yours faithfully. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray.Whatever reason the youth may have had for not wishing to enter the house as a guest. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted.'You must not begin such things as those. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. Half to himself he said. Elfride. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. some pasties. hee!' said William Worm. I couldn't think so OLD as that.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling.'Tell me this.

 'I know now where I dropped it. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. SWANCOURT TO MR. all this time you have put on the back of each page. taciturn. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. thrusting his head out of his study door. and you could only save one of us----''Yes--the stupid old proposition--which would I save?'Well.He walked on in the same direction.' said one. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. On the brow of one hill. and sincerely. He ascended. Mr. Stephen Smith.

 You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. Oh.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion.' she faltered. she is. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. and even that to youth alone.'I never was so much taken with anybody in my life as I am with that young fellow--never! I cannot understand it--can't understand it anyhow. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. 18--. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. and I always do it. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both.