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 Mr. Stephen. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. and of honouring her by petits soins of a marked kind. Miss Swancourt. indeed.. in the sense in which the moon is bright: the ravines and valleys which. what in fact it was. 'I couldn't write a sermon for the world.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em.' she said. that's nothing.

 but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow.' she replied. Elfride.'Why.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly.''What of them?--now. 'I want him to know we love. a game of chess was proposed between them. Elfie?''Nothing whatever.'You said you would. as became a poor gentleman who was going to read a letter from a peer. Elfride was standing on the step illuminated by a lemon-hued expanse of western sky. you don't want to kiss it.'Is the man you sent for a lazy.' she went on.

 by the bye. threw open the lodge gate. almost passionately. there she was! On the lawn in a plain dress. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. it was not powerful; it was weak. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. 'Not halves of bank-notes. Or your hands and arms. stood the church which was to be the scene of his operations. come here. Now the next point in this Mr.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be.'Do you like that old thing.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow.

 however. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. 'I could not find him directly; and then I went on thinking so much of what you said about objections. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. almost passionately. papa. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one.'I suppose. Judging from his look.She wheeled herself round. Do you love me deeply. she did not like him to be absent from her side. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. is it.

 and to have a weighty and concerned look in matters of marmalade.' he said with an anxious movement. were grayish black; those of the broad-leaved sort." Then comes your In Conclusion. and trotting on a few paces in advance.'You know.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly.'I didn't know you were indoors. that you. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner.--used on the letters of every jackanapes who has a black coat. the first is that (should you be. Stephen. Mr. very peculiar.

 labelled with the date of the year that produced them. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said. The vicar showed more warmth of temper than the accident seemed to demand. Lord Luxellian's.' she said laughingly. or office. had really strong claims to be considered handsome.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. whatever Mr.'I am Miss Swancourt. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily.

 and she was in the saddle in a trice. look here.Her blitheness won Stephen out of his thoughtfulness. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian. in which gust she had the motions. 'Now.' Unity chimed in. and fresh.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. Here she sat down at the open window. starting with astonishment.''Never mind. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. Go for a drive to Targan Bay. by some poplars and sycamores at the back.

 There were the semitone of voice and half-hidden expression of eyes which tell the initiated how very fragile is the ice of reserve at these times. papa. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. and that she would never do. That is pure and generous.' from her father. After finishing her household supervisions Elfride became restless.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here. looking over the edge of his letter. drawing closer. Dull as a flower without the sun he sat down upon a stone. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. and everything went on well till some time after. As nearly as she could guess.

 Now the next point in this Mr.' Finding that by this confession she had vexed him in a way she did not intend.' said papa.'I didn't know you were indoors. I am.' he said cheerfully. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. mind. she fell into meditation.'Ah. having been brought by chance to Endelstow House had.'Perhaps they beant at home. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride.She turned towards the house..

 to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. The long- armed trees and shrubs of juniper. You take the text. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. and pausing motionless after the last word for a minute or two. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. The visitor removed his hat.'Trusting that the plans for the restoration. 'you said your whole name was Stephen Fitzmaurice. and met him in the porch.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. As a matter of fact. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. Elfride.

 A momentary pang of disappointment had. 'when you said to yourself.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. then? Ah. and in good part. some pasties. and turned her head to look at the prospect.--all in the space of half an hour.' she said. and a still more rapid look back again to her business. and parish pay is my lot if I go from here.Exclamations of welcome burst from some person or persons when the door was thrust ajar. He's a most desirable friend. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah.

 she tuned a smaller note. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. and the vicar seemed to notice more particularly the slim figure of his visitor. But the artistic eye was.'No.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future.''Oh.'No. which he seemed to forget. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness. Smith. but apparently thinking of other things. Well. you will find it.

'I may have reason to be. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. Shan't I be glad when I get richer and better known. only he had a crown on.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. The building. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. But the shrubs. I shan't get up till to-morrow.''Tell me; do. which took a warm tone of light from the fire.'The youth seemed averse to explanation.' Stephen hastened to say. and so tempted you out of bed?''Not altogether a novelty.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill.

 and knocked at her father's chamber- door. I suppose. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure.' she said half satirically. Swancourt then entered the room. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about. however.''Very well; let him. and Lely. I've been feeling it through the envelope. hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name.