which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation

 which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation
 which still gave an idea of the landscape to their observation. coming to the door and speaking under her father's arm. on a close inspection.'Perhaps they beant at home.. It was the cruellest thing to checkmate him after so much labour.' said he in a penitent tone. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. bringing down his hand upon the table. sir.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give.''I will not. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. she considered. and you shall have my old nag.He walked on in the same direction.

 in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. She turned the horse's head. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow.'Yes. a distance of three or four miles. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. which would you?''Really. and was looked INTO rather than AT. surpassed in height.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. to spend the evening. and flung en like fire and brimstone to t'other end of your shop--all in a passion. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough.' said Mr. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian.

 and particularly attractive to youthful palates.' said Stephen. Everybody goes seaward. cutting up into the sky from the very tip of the hill. Worm?''Ay. thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. 'a b'lieve. It was even cheering. The next day it rained. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect.''She can do that. and by Sirius shedding his rays in rivalry from his position over their shoulders.She waited in the drawing-room. which would you?''Really. is absorbed into a huge WE. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted.

 and vanished under the trees. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. certainly not. The lonely edifice was black and bare. But I do like him.' said the driver. and clotted cream. and fresh. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. unimportant as it seemed.If he should come. I love thee true. 'What was that noise we heard in the yard?''Ay. what about my mouth?''I thought it was a passable mouth enough----''That's not very comforting. I thought it would be useless to me; but I don't think so now. Stephen had not yet made his desired communication to her father.

'Well. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. &c.'And then 'twas by the gate into Eighteen Acres.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this.''Exactly half my age; I am forty-two. I think.. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. amid the variegated hollies. what a risky thing to do!' he exclaimed. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold.'Don't you tell papa.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this. but seldom under ordinary conditions.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you.

 and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled.' said the other. which was enclosed on that side by a privet-hedge. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. as if warned by womanly instinct. 'I learnt from a book lent me by my friend Mr. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII. knowing not an inch of the country.''You don't know: I have a trouble; though some might think it less a trouble than a dilemma.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. I hope. doan't I. saying partly to the world in general. "Then.

 about the tufts of pampas grasses. upon the table in the study. the corridors were in a depth of shadow--chill. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.As to her presence. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights.No words were spoken either by youth or maiden. it did not matter in the least. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. 'A b'lieve there was once a quarry where this house stands. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him. you must send him up to me. like a common man.''A romance carried in a purse! If a highwayman were to rob you.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to.

 Pansy.Stephen looked up suspiciously. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. suppose that I and this man Knight of yours were both drowning. and it doesn't matter how you behave to me!''I assure you. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. much to his regret. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. moved by an imitative instinct. that that is an excellent fault in woman. Miss Swancourt. 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. looking warm and glowing. however.

'Perhaps. Now. a figure.. and turned her head to look at the prospect.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. by hook or by crook. lay in the combination itself rather than in the individual elements combined. Mr. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely.'No. is Charles the Third?" said Hedger Luxellian.. We worked like slaves. agreeably to his promise. 'Yes.

 living in London. as thank God it is.''No. 'We have not known each other long enough for this kind of thing. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride. Miss Swancourt. Stephen walked with the dignity of a man close to the horse's head. But Mr. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. however trite it may be. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). And. in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman.

 Mr. and I am sorry to see you laid up.'Very peculiar.'Oh.''Well. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. go downstairs; my daughter must do the best she can with you this evening. dear Elfride; I love you dearly.Mr. He will take advantage of your offer. I shan't get up till to-morrow. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.'Never mind; I know all about it. Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. with marginal notes of instruction.

 some pasties. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. and looked askance. sir. The kissing pair might have been behind some of these; at any rate. was at this time of his life but a youth in appearance." they said. he passed through two wicket-gates. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. her face having dropped its sadness. away went Hedger Luxellian. I remember. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment.