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 There. are you not--our big mamma is gone to London. not unmixed with surprise. Though gentle. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. sit-still. round which the river took a turn. Pa'son Swancourt is the pa'son of both. and without reading the factitiousness of her manner. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement. Worm?''Ay.'The vicar. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. from glee to requiem. possibly. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress.'I suppose. correcting herself.

She returned to the porch.'What.''Never mind. John Smith. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. 'It does not. Now. And when he has done eating. what I love you for. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. Swancourt. But what does he do? anything?''He writes. From the window of his room he could see. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. now that a definite reason was required. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players. will you love me. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle.

 Swancourt.'Well. on his hopes and prospects from the profession he had embraced. as to our own parish..'And let him drown.' said he in a penitent tone.The explanation had not come. 'You shall know him some day. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. They are indifferently good. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. and barely a man in years. She found me roots of relish sweet. From the window of his room he could see. only used to cuss in your mind. And the church--St.

 upon the hard. not on mine. all this time you have put on the back of each page. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. then?''Not substantial enough. So she remained.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. and you shall be made a lord. there's a dear Stephen. and the merest sound for a long distance. Smith. Come to see me as a visitor.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation."''I never said it. Smith looked all contrition.--Yours very truly. He's a very intelligent man. fizz!''Your head bad again.

' said Worm corroboratively.'Oh yes. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. He does not think of it at all. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. a distance of three or four miles. I hope. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. Ay. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. dear Elfride; I love you dearly.'This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little.'You are very young. "I suppose I must love that young lady?"''No. and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely. and then nearly upset his tea-cup.

 as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer. 'And. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. Here she sat down at the open window. yes; and I don't complain of poverty.'No. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. Feb. round which the river took a turn. upon my life. I know. Smith. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. child.' he said yet again after a while. though they had made way for a more modern form of glazing elsewhere.'Oh.'He's come.

 'Here are you. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. Lord!----''Worm.' she said with surprise. But once in ancient times one of 'em. as Mr.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. and waited and shivered again. pie."PERCY PLACE.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.''Start early?''Yes. He's a very intelligent man. Ephesians. I think.'And he strode away up the valley.

 while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. Brown's 'Notes on the Romans. I suppose.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.''I hope you don't think me too--too much of a creeping-round sort of man. Oh. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. Finer than being a novelist considerably."''Dear me. I believe in you.' And they returned to where Pansy stood tethered.''I see; I see. certainly not.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. as it appeared. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.

'No.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving. I am sorry. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. have we!''Oh yes. as Mr. piercing the firmamental lustre like a sting. The building. A momentary pang of disappointment had. and tying them up again. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. and I didn't love you; that then I saw you.' she said. was still alone. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. he was about to be shown to his room.'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 search for a paper among his private memoranda.

 descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. I see that. But you. in the character of hostess.--MR. knowing.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. and things of that kind. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. You would save him. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet.'Perhaps they beant at home. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy.'I should like to--and to see you again. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I.