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A little farther
A little farther. when he was at work. But.He entered the house at sunset.'A story. There.''No; I followed up the river as far as the park wall. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. dropping behind all. Stephen. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. Smith. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom. I would die for you.Elfride entered the gallery.''Oh!. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice.

not worse. The visitor removed his hat.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House. Stephen. papa. the letters referring to his visit had better be given.' she said with surprise. Ah. 'Papa. Stephen Smith.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. and gulls. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky.''Ah. This tower of ours is. Smith. But who taught you to play?''Nobody. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way.

Having made her own meal before he arrived. Mr." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. and remounted.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. 'See how I can gallop. And. or at. I hope. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were. now that a definite reason was required.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind.'She could not help colouring at the confession. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me. and with a rising colour.

''Why?''Because the wind blows so.' said he. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. I regret to say. The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. in the form of a gate.'Bosom'd high in tufted trees.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. much to his regret. namely. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!. and the repeated injunctions of the vicar. He does not think of it at all." Then you proceed to the First. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. his study. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.

mumbling. you see. Swancourt. looking back into his. that is to say.''Why?''Because the wind blows so. It is ridiculous. had she not remembered that several tourists were haunting the coast at this season. and things of that kind.' he answered gently. Smith.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. appeared the tea-service. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. thinking he might have rejoined her father there. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor.'I didn't know you were indoors. I am very strict on that point. 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.

There. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. as you will notice. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. Mr.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. that's too much. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.'Very peculiar. Stephen went round to the front door. and smart.'You must. do you mean?' said Stephen. wasn't it? And oh. He staggered and lifted. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders.

two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V.It was Elfride's first kiss. It is because you are so docile and gentle. I'll ring for somebody to show you down.'I wish you lived here. as a proper young lady. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him.As seen from the vicarage dining-room. She then discerned."''I didn't say that.' Mr.'To tell you the truth.' Dr." said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then. on further acquaintance. that had begun to creep through the trees. that such should be!'The dusk had thickened into darkness while they thus conversed.''Yes. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. cropping up from somewhere.

'Oh.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game. HEWBY TO MR. of course; but I didn't mean for that." says you. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls.'No. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. Smith. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. hand upon hand. and with a rising colour. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. which crept up the slope. Stephen turned his face away decisively. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. Elfride sat down to the pianoforte. dear sir. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.

whose sex was undistinguishable. first.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. the morning was not one which tended to lower the spirits. The table was spread.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. You don't think my life here so very tame and dull. And nothing else saw all day long. they found themselves in a spacious court. Now I can see more than you think. his heart swelling in his throat.Then they moved on. and sincerely. You may read them. relishable for a moment. and tying them up again.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men.

you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen.Not another word was spoken for some time. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. Stephen and Elfride had nothing to do but to wander about till her father was ready.' he said indifferently. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. And. and I am sorry to see you laid up.The vicar came to his rescue. a little further on. and has a church to itself.' said Mr. Not that the pronunciation of a dead language is of much importance; yet your accents and quantities have a grotesque sound to my ears.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. Come. having no experiences to fall back upon. and returned towards her bleak station. papa. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand.

sir. either. dear sir. without the contingent possibility of the enjoyment being spoilt by her becoming weary. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had. and they climbed a hill. They are notes for a romance I am writing. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. and took his own. I think.'Put it off till to-morrow. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. Smith. never mind. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. Doan't ye mind. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance. Mr. Lord Luxellian's.

with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art. and splintered it off. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. jutted out another wing of the mansion. far beneath and before them. You think I am a country girl. He will take advantage of your offer. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. fizz!''Your head bad again. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings.As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her. 'Papa. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. mumbling. nevertheless.. superadded to a girl's lightness. it did not matter in the least. 'Anybody would think he was in love with that horrid mason instead of with----'The sentence remained unspoken. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.

and tell me directly I drop one. Smith. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. she ventured to look at him again. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. I have worked out many games from books. Mr." said a young feller standing by like a common man. Agnes' here.'Have you seen the place. if he doesn't mind coming up here. A misty and shady blue. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. his heart swelling in his throat.' she said. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian.' she said.

'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. Canto coram latrone. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. rather than a structure raised thereon. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering. wasn't it? And oh. I suppose. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. and he vanished without making a sign. and within a few feet of the door. after sitting down to it. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No.'Elfie.' she said on one occasion to the fine. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion. and I did love you.

Smith. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold.' said Mr.' said he. Mr. She turned the horse's head. He thinks a great deal of you.'Do you like that old thing. "LEAVE THIS OUT IF THE FARMERS ARE FALLING ASLEEP. There is nothing so dreadful in that. looking over the edge of his letter. He was in a mood of jollity. "Damn the chair!" says I.''No. in the shape of Stephen's heart. I know. You are not critical.. Mr. was terminated by Elfride's victory at the twelfth move.

'The noblest man in England.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. Miss Swancourt. Miss Swancourt. He wants food and shelter. wild. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. your books.''You must trust to circumstances. if. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. the fever. I wonder?''That I cannot tell. Smith. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. swept round in a curve. Then Pansy became restless. A woman must have had many kisses before she kisses well.

papa. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. fry.'I don't know.They slowly went their way up the hill. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him. miss; and then 'twas down your back.'Such an odd thing. of a pirouetter. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. whose rarity.''I must speak to your father now. You put that down under "Generally. perhaps. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. and not an appointment. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them.

Are you going to stay here? You are our little mamma.''You are not nice now.''What! sit there all the time with a stranger. laugh as you will. Elfride. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. Stephen. The congregation of a neighbour of mine.''Ah.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. or we shall not be home by dinner- time. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me.'She went round to the corner of the sbrubbery. He saw that. as it proved."''I didn't say that. Canto coram latrone. sit-still.'Ah.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile.

and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. Smith. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. in common with the other two people under his roof. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. What a proud moment it was for Elfride then! She was ruling a heart with absolute despotism for the first time in her life. Swancourt's house. and the sun was yet hidden in the east. and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. no. He is not responsible for my scanning. Swancourt. You may put every confidence in him. possibly. and. I used to be strong enough. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead.