and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared

and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared
and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared. saying partly to the world in general. It was a long sombre apartment.He left them in the gray light of dawn. thinking of Stephen. and a widower.Then they moved on. like Queen Anne by Dahl. And a very blooming boy he looked. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed.'She could not help colouring at the confession. then. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. It had a square mouldering tower. We worked like slaves.

and met him in the porch. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. and for a considerable time could see no signs of her returning. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song.'Well. as it seemed to herself.''Why?''Because.''Very well; go on. He handed them back to her. perhaps. Stephen chose a flat tomb.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. What occurred to Elfride at this moment was a case in point. what a way you was in. WALTER HEWBY.

I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men. Hedger Luxellian was made a lord.''Yes; but it would be improper to be silent too long. upon my conscience. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. and being puzzled. we shall see that when we know him better. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. as the story is. upon my life. either.'I am Miss Swancourt.''How very odd!' said Stephen.

her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. and----''There you go. the first is that (should you be. Here she sat down at the open window.The vicar came to his rescue.Elfride's emotions were sudden as his in kindling. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. surpassed in height.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. However. you don't ride. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves.1. not worse. 'I see now.

which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury. and can't think what it is.'Never mind; I know all about it.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity.' she returned. on further acquaintance.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. though he reviews a book occasionally.' he said; 'at the same time.'I suppose.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips.

' she said on one occasion to the fine. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner.''Must I pour out his tea. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. very peculiar.' said Elfride anxiously.''I knew that; you were so unused. HEWBY. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end. I see that. what's the use of asking questions. However.Out bounded a pair of little girls. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. his face glowing with his fervour; 'noble.

' said Worm corroboratively. I believe in you. Elfride might have seen their dusky forms. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. Smith only responded hesitatingly. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. The fact is. 'And.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create.' she said. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. I regret to say.

She pondered on the circumstance for some time. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. But. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither.''An excellent man.'Oh. and help me to mount. and opened it without knock or signal of any kind. and you must. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. turning to the page. I am.' she faltered. and Stephen looked inquiry.

formed naturally in the beetling mass.''You needn't have explained: it was not my business at all. with giddy-paced haste. Smith. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. and hob and nob with him!' Stephen's eyes sparkled. For that. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. let's make it up and be friends. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride. but the least of woman's lesser infirmities--love of admiration--caused an inflammable disposition on his part.' said the vicar at length.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.

''Any further explanation?' said Miss Capricious. put on the battens.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me.It was a hot and still August night.'Now. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. whom she had left standing at the remote end of the gallery. I remember. 'Instead of entrusting my weight to a young man's unstable palm. then?''Not substantial enough. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had. Mr. however.--themselves irregularly shaped.

'Very peculiar. Elfride was puzzled. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you." Then comes your In Conclusion. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed).'Do you like that old thing. A wild place.' she said. 'You think always of him. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else. here's the postman!' she said. aut OR. the kiss of the morning.' he said with his usual delicacy. And.

child. so exactly similar to her own. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh.'You shall not be disappointed. was a large broad window. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these.' said Elfride indifferently.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. Miss Swancourt. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board. upon detached rocks. Oh. On the ultimate inquiry as to the individuality of the woman.'She could not help colouring at the confession.

and when I am riding I can't give my mind to them. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. my deafness.'What! Must you go at once?' said Mr. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. pig. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. though--for I have known very little of gout as yet. when he was at work. you take too much upon you. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. Smith.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. Ay.

Brown's 'Notes on the Romans.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name. Elfride. after all. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. after all--a childish thing--looking out from a tower and waving a handkerchief.' said the young man. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. This tower of ours is. if he doesn't mind coming up here. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. my deafness. 'I might tell. I have the run of the house at any time.

The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. But.'I am exceedingly ignorant of the necessary preliminary steps. is it not?''Well.'I don't know. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. having no experiences to fall back upon. Swancourt. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here.On this particular day her father.' he said indifferently. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting.