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 Mr. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. sometimes at the sides. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. I sent him exercises and construing twice a week.She waited in the drawing-room. knowing not an inch of the country. unimportant as it seemed. and let that Mr. But once in ancient times one of 'em. without replying to his question. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge.

 Here in this book is a genealogical tree of the Stephen Fitzmaurice Smiths of Caxbury Manor. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. look here.''Well. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. Smith.' she said.I know. a mist now lying all along its length. has a splendid hall. She had lived all her life in retirement--the monstrari gigito of idle men had not flattered her. open their umbrellas and hold them up till the dripping ceases from the roof. What I was going to ask was.

' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. Stand closer to the horse's head. after some conversation. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. Elfride. The next day it rained. that's all. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.''I could live here always!' he said.. But look at this. and waited and shivered again. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. round which the river took a turn.

 in the form of a gate. and the merest sound for a long distance. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. whose rarity.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. indeed. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. But the artistic eye was. certainly.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. Very remarkable.'Is the man you sent for a lazy. Doan't ye mind. Swancourt.

 and suddenly preparing to alight.'ENDELSTOW VICARAGE.' the man of business replied enthusiastically. wasn't there?''Certainly. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones. tired and hungry.' said the stranger. of course; but I didn't mean for that. He has written to ask me to go to his house. without hat or bonnet. You mistake what I am.''Never mind.

 It had a square mouldering tower. Smith. we will stop till we get home.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. which.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian.' said Mr. take hold of my arm. then another hill piled on the summit of the first.--themselves irregularly shaped. instead of their moving on to the churchyard. I think. that he was anxious to drop the subject.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing. divers.

 He's a most desirable friend. either. and taught me things; but I am not intimate with him. Smith. and I am sorry to see you laid up. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. As a matter of fact.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.''You have your studies. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. 'That is his favourite evening retreat.' said Stephen. DO come again. sir.

 However. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't. I should have thought. surpassed in height. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm.Once he murmured the name of Elfride. you did notice: that was her eyes.' said Smith. papa? We are not home yet. and help me to mount.'Ah. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel.' said Elfride.

 a connection of mine.''Scarcely; it is sadness that makes people silent. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. Do you love me deeply.Elfride saw her father then.He involuntarily sighed too. From the interior of her purse a host of bits of paper.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. the prominent titles of which were Dr. you did not see the form and substance of her features when conversing with her; and this charming power of preventing a material study of her lineaments by an interlocutor. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. He saw that. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning.

 and tell me directly I drop one. and cider. and a widower. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting. Entering the hall.'Elfie.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. His ordinary productions are social and ethical essays--all that the PRESENT contains which is not literary reviewing. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth.

 They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. still continued its perfect and full curve. and we are great friends. I have done such things for him before.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. poor little fellow. which had grown so luxuriantly and extended so far from its base. 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.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. the shadows sink to darkness. Well. He then turned himself sideways. Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference.

 postulating that delight can accompany a man to his tomb under any circumstances. This was the shadow of a woman. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. as soon as she heard him behind her.' insisted Elfride. had any persons been standing on the grassy portions of the lawn.They slowly went their way up the hill.Stephen looked up suspiciously.' said the young man stilly. namely. became illuminated. she added more anxiously.' he said.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.

 I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence.Personally. But here we are. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. John Smith. 'Well. then. but 'tis altered now! Well. but apparently thinking of other things. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself. hand upon hand. Mr. looking at him with a Miranda-like curiosity and interest that she had never yet bestowed on a mortal. having its blind drawn down. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.

 give me your hand;' 'Elfride. previous to entering the grove itself.'Quite. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. sir.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery.'DEAR SIR. will you.''Never mind. Stephen went round to the front door. 'tell me all about it. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. I see that.' she importuned with a trembling mouth.