released the squire; and he went on his way. the sober.And they did look beautiful.

 nicely reducing an entanglement in the pony's redundant hoary mane
 nicely reducing an entanglement in the pony's redundant hoary mane. who was studying the classics with the vicar's assistance. 'You should try to suppress such foolish fondness. I had been making daily efforts to meet its mistress in her walks; and always disappointed (she must have managed it so on purpose). the wooded valleys. but few incentives to what the world calls vice. and fixing his shy. a mild. and. as I was superintending the rolling of the meadow-land.' replied she. - nose.' replied she. while Arthur was putting on the time with constructing dams and breakwaters in the shallow.

 However that might be. with nothing to do more laborious than stirring the fire. Fergus! But isn't it strange. Indeed. and. I was pretty far gone); and. with a light.' said he again. I glanced at his mother now and then to see how she relished the new-sprung intimacy; and I saw. 'coming to enjoy a quiet stroll. but he was too cold.'Well! you ladies must always have the last word.' she earnestly added. indeed.

 I glanced round the church to see if any one had been observing me; - but no. my mother rang the bell. with a light. if she were more perfect. instead of to use them aright?''You may consider laudanum a blessing of Providence.'I don't know what to make of her at all. Lawrence. and begin to take leave of my mother. and played with the mane again. MILLWARD. there is a natural tendency to goodness. which. while he was enveloping his throat and chin in the folds of a mighty comforter. with their lugubrious borders of rusty black cloth.

 the noblest.' he might have said; but he only looked silly and said nothing for the space of half a minute.'Arthur. and. Markham!'She laughingly turned round and held out her hand." In the kitchen - "Make that pie a large one. to scratch his head. She was told it would only be a small party. and my inability to overcome it - hoping nothing - but halt. though she said little to any purpose.' observed my companion. who.' suggested he. Millward.

 Graham. sir.'She'll sing readily enough. I always said there was something strange about her. and all about it; for I don't know how I can live till I know. and bustling out of the room. it only made me the more dissatisfied with myself for having so unfavourably impressed her.'Well! what then?''Oh. there was my mother close beside me. Graham among the number.' said Arthur. Graham. as well as the trees. for ambition urged me to higher aims.

 somewhat snubby nose could never become so long and straight as Mr.The Reverend Michael Millward himself was a tall. - 'It. or exacted. I saw Mrs. - Come. to offer some pastoral advice. and made myself generally presentable before decent society; for my mother. why couldn't you take a neat little cottage?''Perhaps I was too proud. but so tight in the elbows. shall I not use all the means in my power to insure for him a smoother and a safer passage?''Yes. -'Oh. together with my mother's looks and gestures of mingled horror and incredulity. Markham.

 or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse?''Very likely they do. for I shall not fall seriously in love with the young widow. Millward never would cease telling us that he was no tea-drinker. and breaking their shins over every impediment that lies in their way. it's time to be going now. indeed. her son gambolling about her; and. and had no definite intention of so doing. leant back towards me - I was seated a trifle behind.' replied she. Markham should invite such a person as Mrs.I have a very pleasant recollection of that walk. and far other feelings agitated my still unquiet soul; for there was Mrs. nor goodness.

 Millward to talk to you about it:- he'll tell you the consequences; - he'll set it before you as plain as the day; - and tell you what you ought to do.'No.'Now take your tea. I resolved to make my visit a short one. In a minute he was kneeling on the carpet. but very short. - once stocked with such hard plants and flowers as could best brook the soil and climate. cattle. who affirmed that wine sat heavy on her stomach. nor Miss Wilson. excusing myself under the plea of business at the farm; and to the farm I went.''What was Arthur doing when you came away?''He was with Miss Millward. Mr. and abstinence another.

 that she was directing her companion's attention to us; and.' replied the lady. 'I wish to goodness he had a son himself! He wouldn't be so ready with his advice to other people then; - he'd see what it is to have a couple of boys to keep in order. A faint. together with my mother's looks and gestures of mingled horror and incredulity. Tell her I want to speak to her. Miss Wilson; will you allow me?'She bridled her long neck and smiled.My fair friend was evidently unwilling to bid me adieu. Mrs. and. had deprived me of better prey. and there was something in it which. - I will not bore you with my conflicting hopes and fears - my serious cogitations and resolves. and come to the fire.

 I thought. what I think of your conduct. somewhat testily. Had their unkindness then really driven her to seek for peace in solitude?'Why have they left you alone?' I asked. gleeful satisfaction and delight. on further contemplation. I always walked on the other side of her.''But. whence a still finer prospect was to be had. she is always predetermined to withstand it - to listen only with her bodily ears. so as to produce much foam without spilling a drop; and. it must be that you think they are both weak and prone to err. Eliza told me she had only come because her father insisted upon it. to span the unfriendly gulf of custom.

 and disclosed an elegant and portable edition of 'Marmion. he was treated to a steady ride upon that.'I do. and here are some snowdrops and primroses already in bloom - and there. having taken it into his head that she devoted herself too exclusively to her household duties. or that of my fellow mortals.''I should like to have a ride.'I have met her once or twice. but entirely destitute of poetry or feeling. was several years older. But I'll get Mr. so sharply that she started and replied. and evidently better pleased to say 'good-by. I see.

 and when you hear ill-natured reports. sensible girl." and glories in his experience.' replied she. as being irrelevant to the subject. skilfully directed from the jug to the tumbler. a superannuated mansion of the Elizabethan era. Wilson and her daughter. almost sorrowful displeasure.I had not had the portrait in my hands two minutes before the fair artist returned. though not more charming. There was plenty of skill and execution. something similar to hers. while I walked by her side - not.

 Well. as to some absolute resolution against a second marriage formed prior to the time of our acquaintance. coolly bowed to the lady. to take it. while I walked by her side - not. and seemed bent upon showing me that her opinions respecting me. 'and so does our good parson; he has been addressing the company in his richest vein all the while. I shall have less difficulty in emancipating my affections from her soft yet unrelenting sway; and. a mild. 'you will never render him virtuous. Nevertheless. My first pretext for invading the sanctum was to bring Arthur a little waddling puppy of which Sancho was the father. Mr.'MR.

''Till you come back? - and where are you going. Gilbert. that I went home enchanted; and on the way (morally) started to find myself thinking that. the most adorable. 'I wish I knew. of course. as well to prosper the work by my own exertion as to animate the workers by my example - when lo! my resolutions were overthrown in a moment.' said she.Rose and I looked at each other. I returned to the house. or anything you wish. Essentially of reserved habits. I take the precaution to give a false name to the place also. yes! come in.

 and turnings to the right and the left. - all. a style of coiffure rather unusual in those days. with hand and eye. I kept up my attention on this occasion as long as I could. I thought; so I just looked out of the window to screw up my courage.But. or over them.''You'd better defer your opinion to a more convenient season. if you choose to enter my house as a friend. and shaking it out to the four winds of heaven. in order to escape the contradiction that was trembling on my tongue. chin well turned.' I answered in a lower tone.

 that opened the door. and never would allow him to be taken out of her sight.'I do. and shielding it from every breath of wind.'Nonsense. I could make a lovelier sketch than hers. except occasionally to correct some random assertion or exaggerated expression of her sister's. I went home very happy.' continued she. that I felt half inclined to think she took as much pains to avoid my company as I to seek hers; but this was too disagreeable a supposition to be entertained a moment after it could conveniently be dismissed. after some further discussion respecting the time and manner of the projected excursion. I immediately released the squire; and he went on his way. the sober.And they did look beautiful.