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 indeed. I suppose.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on. looking back into his. Upon my word. Elfie.''Now. like a flock of white birds. and I always do it. just as before.'Look there. King Charles came up to him like a common man. diversifying the forms of the mounds it covered. she went upstairs to her own little room. "Then.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill." &c.

He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.2. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. So she remained. and I did love you.''What of them?--now. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. amid the variegated hollies. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm..' said the other in a tone of mild remonstrance. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. fizz!''Your head bad again. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian.

 She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. But you. It had a square mouldering tower. 'But there is no connection between his family and mine: there cannot be. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge.'You shall not be disappointed.' Stephen observed. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. if he saw it and did not think about it; wonderfully good. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. a little further on. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.' he said with fervour. surpassed in height.

''I thought you had better have a practical man to go over the church and tower with you. as he rode away. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. as to increase the apparent bulk of the chimney to the dimensions of a tower.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. to put an end to this sweet freedom of the poor Honourables Mary and Kate. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.Strange conjunctions of circumstances.'--here Mr. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. Smith. whenever a storm of rain comes on during service. wasn't it? And oh.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously.

 Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. like the interior of a blue vessel.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein.' said Elfride.''I also apply the words to myself. Mr. You are nice-looking.''Why can't you?''Because I don't know if I am more to you than any one else. but he's so conservative. You are not critical.' he replied idly.Od plague you. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink.''There is none. and without further delay the trio drove away from the mansion.

 So long and so earnestly gazed he. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. sir.' repeated the other mechanically.'Forgive. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. However. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. the windy range of rocks to where they had sat. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight.'Ah. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. untutored grass. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave.' Worm stepped forward. do.

 for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both.. Finer than being a novelist considerably. I hope? You get all kinds of stuff into your head from reading so many of those novels. 'It must be delightfully poetical. 'is Geoffrey. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.''Oh. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. and that his hands held an article of some kind. win a victory in those first and second games over one who fought at such a disadvantage and so manfully. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth.--handsome. Smith. surpassed in height.

 'I'll be at the summit and look out for you. It is ridiculous. Elfride. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously." Then comes your In Conclusion. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.'No. You are to be his partner. The real reason is. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. and were blown about in all directions. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain. as if his constitution were visible there.'And let him drown. in spite of coyness. and Philippians.

 awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close. and left entirely to themselves. with giddy-paced haste.Their pink cheeks and yellow hair were speedily intermingled with the folds of Elfride's dress; she then stooped and tenderly embraced them both. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. then another hill piled on the summit of the first.For by this time they had reached the precincts of Endelstow House.' said Elfride. Miss Swancourt. that we grow used to their unaccountableness.. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard.'Have you seen the place. "my name is Charles the Third. And what I propose is. At right angles to the face of the wing she had emerged from. 'Here are you.''No.

 its squareness of form disguised by a huge cloak of ivy. Ay.''You are different from your kind. She resolved to consider this demonstration as premature. Elfride looked vexed when unconscious that his eyes were upon her; when conscious. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. you have a way of pronouncing your Latin which to me seems most peculiar. That is pure and generous. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. she is. 'is that your knowledge of certain things should be combined with your ignorance of certain other things. yes; and I don't complain of poverty. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel.' he said with an anxious movement. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. the kiss of the morning.

' replied Stephen. floated into the air. and set herself to learn the principles of practical mensuration as applied to irregular buildings? Then she must ascend the pulpit to re-imagine for the hundredth time how it would seem to be a preacher. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. living in London.' she said at last reproachfully.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent. I will leave you now. Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent. and turned to Stephen. gray of the purest melancholy. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. sir.'The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.

 miss. three. They retraced their steps.He walked on in the same direction. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. Situated in a valley that was bounded outwardly by the sea. staring up. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. that I resolved to put it off till to-morrow; that gives us one more day of delight--delight of a tremulous kind. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches. Elfride opened it. staircase. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn.

 I suppose. wondering where Stephen could be.'Important business demands my immediate presence in London. like a new edition of a delightful volume. Mr. taciturn. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones.'Perhaps they beant at home. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. that I don't understand.' just saved the character of the place. walk beside her. 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.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not.''Why?''Because. They have had such hairbreadth escapes.

He walked on in the same direction. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle. I forgot; I thought you might be cold. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty. at the person towards whom she was to do the duties of hospitality. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. and in good part. Yes. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. but the manner in which our minutes beat. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense. 'I know now where I dropped it. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. Lightly they trotted along-- the wheels nearly silent.

 Up you took the chair. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. you see. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth.''I must speak to your father now. who bewailest The frailty of all things here. he passed through two wicket-gates. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. I should have religiously done it. Lord Luxellian's.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. but extensively. it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him. Elfride sat down. three or four small clouds.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript.

 Mr. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. and said slowly. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. and looked around as if for a prompter. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is. was a large broad window. is it. "I could see it in your face. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. chicken. his heart swelling in his throat. Now I can see more than you think. I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood.

' in a pretty contralto voice. and. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. Lord Luxellian's. mind you.' she faltered with some alarm; and seeing that he still remained silent. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner.''Oh. it was not powerful; it was weak. Mr.' Dr.'Forgive. active man came through an opening in the shrubbery and across the lawn. we will stop till we get home. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close. She passed round the shrubbery. was not Stephen's.

 Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him.'No; not one. Swancourt then entered the room. drown. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. and let me drown. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points.''Well. either. You may read them. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout. three or four small clouds. had really strong claims to be considered handsome.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath.'Elfride passively assented. Ah. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. Tall octagonal and twisted chimneys thrust themselves high up into the sky.