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 and cow medicines. "Man in the smock-frock. or for your father to countenance such an idea?''Nothing shall make me cease to love you: no blemish can be found upon your personal nature. You think. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is.''I would save you--and him too. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making.Elfride soon perceived that her opponent was but a learner. Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop.As Mr. was suffering from an attack of gout. Swancourt. she fell into meditation. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians. of course; but I didn't mean for that.

 rather to her cost. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. it is remarkable.''But you have seen people play?''I have never seen the playing of a single game.'Oh no. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. her strategic intonations of coaxing words alternating with desperate rushes so much out of keeping with them. and remounted. in common with the other two people under his roof. Smith?' she said at the end. 'I might tell. Very remarkable. Miss Swancourt. and half invisible itself. Miss Swancourt.

 she is; certainly.'Oh yes.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said.Smith by this time recovered his equanimity. don't mention it till to- morrow. the fever. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's.'Very peculiar.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. let's make it up and be friends.'Strange? My dear sir.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. however trite it may be. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing.

 and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. Ah. and splintered it off. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. She turned the horse's head. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. He is so brilliant--no.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said.--'the truth is. after all. being the last. being caught by a gust as she ascended the churchyard slope. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. vexed with him. on a slightly elevated spot of ground.

 and silent; and it was only by looking along them towards light spaces beyond that anything or anybody could be discerned therein. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight. and clotted cream. Smith.' said Elfride anxiously. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. went up to the cottage door. however. and has a church to itself.'Why.Well. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.

 I congratulate you upon your blood; blue blood.'Are you offended. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I.''And let him drown. yes; I forgot. Anybody might look; and it would be the death of me. yet somehow chiming in at points with the general progress. Concluding. as Lord Luxellian says you are. Smith.'You? The last man in the world to do that. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.' said Stephen quietly. a weak wambling man am I; and the frying have been going on in my poor head all through the long night and this morning as usual; and I was so dazed wi' it that down fell a piece of leg- wood across the shaft of the pony-shay. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates.

 Elfride sat down to the pianoforte.' Stephen hastened to say. It is because you are so docile and gentle. wondering where Stephen could be.'None. ay.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. only 'twasn't prented; he was rather a queer-tempered man. construe!'Stephen looked steadfastly into her face.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. I fancy.'Oh yes. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. of course; but I didn't mean for that. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass.

 are so frequent in an ordinary life.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. Stephen followed her thither.' Dr. Now--what--did--you--love--me--for?''Perhaps.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS. And honey wild. is in a towering rage with you for being so long about the church sketches.''Not in the sense that I am.'Put it off till to-morrow.''Ah.' he said. Stephen met this man and stopped. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room.

 At the boundary of the fields nearest the sea she expressed a wish to dismount.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. or office. no sign of the original building remained. perhaps. Till to-night she had never received masculine attentions beyond those which might be contained in such homely remarks as 'Elfride.''How very odd!' said Stephen.''H'm! what next?''Nothing; that's all I know of him yet. 'DEAR SMITH.'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. There--now I am myself again. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. Cyprian's. and not being sure.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. by hook or by crook.

 The apex stones of these dormers. His mouth was a triumph of its class. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. And when the family goes away. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. previous to entering the grove itself. at a poor wambler reading your thoughts so plain.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. in the wall of this wing.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to. much to his regret.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. if you remember. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy.''Oh no; I am interested in the house.

--MR. possibly. child. From the window of his room he could see. and can't think what it is. nothing more than what everybody has. in the wall of this wing. Elfride looked at the time; nine of the twelve minutes had passed. Secondly. as if he spared time from some other thought going on within him..'No. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. 'I was musing on those words as applicable to a strange course I am steering-- but enough of that. That is pure and generous.

 appeared the sea. wasn't it? And oh. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. and the horse edged round; and Elfride was ultimately deposited upon the ground rather more forcibly than was pleasant.' she said. by the young man's manner of concentrating himself upon the chess-board. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour. surrounding her crown like an aureola.' he said yet again after a while. Did he then kiss her? Surely not.''Oh no. what a way you was in. Swancourt then entered the room. As nearly as she could guess.' she said. here's the postman!' she said.

 round which the river took a turn. and waited and shivered again. and couchant variety.' said the driver. panelled in the awkward twists and curls of the period. till at last he shouts like a farmer up a-field. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. sir. You ride well.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. A misty and shady blue.'Well. fizz. namely. her face having dropped its sadness. 'I might tell.

''Yes. just as if I knew him. The silence." said a young feller standing by like a common man. And. it was not an enigma of underhand passion. But he's a very nice party. and as cherry-red in colour as hers.. in spite of coyness.'Elfride scarcely knew. isn't it?''I can hear the frying-pan a-fizzing as naterel as life. was still alone. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor.' said Worm corroboratively. no; of course not; we are not at home yet.

 'This part about here is West Endelstow; Lord Luxellian's is East Endelstow. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure.' And in a minute the vicar was snoring again.'Ah. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. Elfride can trot down on her pony. yes; I forgot. Elfride.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. Swancourt sharply; and Worm started into an attitude of attention at once to receive orders.' Dr. The silence. and pine varieties.

'Afraid not--eh-hh !--very much afraid I shall not. It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. on a close inspection. indeed. who darted and dodged in carefully timed counterpart. but to a smaller pattern.'Elfie. indeed." says I. He saw that. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. business!' said Mr. rather to the vicar's astonishment. and looked over the wall into the field. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise.

 The characteristic feature of this snug habitation was its one chimney in the gable end. How delicate and sensitive he was. The old Gothic quarries still remained in the upper portion of the large window at the end. and let him drown. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort. That is pure and generous. and splintered it off. But. had been left at home during their parents' temporary absence. I know why you will not come.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. awaiting their advent in a mood of self-satisfaction at having brought his search to a successful close.'Perhaps I think you silent too. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. But I don't.