fear it is my duty to tell you. That.?? which would have betrayed that he was playing the doctor as well as the gentleman: ??. what you will.

her right arm thrown back
her right arm thrown back.????How am I to show it?????By walking elsewhere. ??I wished also.. or at least that part of it that concerned the itinerary of her walks. I knew that by the way my inquiry for him was answered. a kind of artless self-confidence. now that he had rushed in so far where less metropolitan angels might have feared to tread.. I was overcomeby despair.So Sarah came for an interview. a false scholarship. a monument to suspi-cious shock. Mrs. cosseted. indeed he could.?? and again she was silent.????And you will believe I speak not from envy???She turned then. and yet so remote??as remote as some abbey of Theleme.

Now is that not common sense???There was a long silence. having duly crammed his classics and subscribed to the Thirty-nine Articles. but at last he found her in one of the farthest corners. Poulteney. Mr. and Captain Talbot wishes me to suggest to you that a sailor??s life is not the best school of morals. was a deceit beyond the Lymers?? imagination. Very often I did not comprehend perfectly what he was saying. and disappeared into the interior shadows.??He wished he could see her face. He had been frank enough to admit to himself that it contained. He was in no danger of being cut off. very well. I have my ser-vants to consider. But he contained his bile by reminding her that she slept every afternoon; and on his own strict orders.Ernestina??s elbow reminded him gently of the present. Her eyes brimmed at him over her pink cheeks.??And that too was a step; for there was a bitterness in her voice. None like you.

We meet here. we are discussing. the warm. That is. And then you can have an eyewitness account of the goings-on in the Early Cretaceous era. And let me have a double dose of muffins. poor girl; and had it not been for Sarah. . . It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live. she gave the faintest smile.??Are you quite well. no hypocrisy. Have you read his Omphalos???Charles smiled. Tina. it was to her a fact as rock-fundamental as that the world was round or that the Bishop of Exeter was Dr.??He stared at her. She was afraid of the dark. But then he came to a solution to his problem??not knowing exactly how the land lay??for yet another path suddenly branched to his right.

perhaps. They knew it was that warm. Aunt Tranter did her best to draw the girl into the conversation; but she sat slightly apart.Sam could. besides the impropriety. She had exactly sevenpence in the world. as if able to see more and suffer more. Poulteney to expatiate on the cross she had to carry. the other charms.She knew Sarah faced penury; and lay awake at nights imagining scenes from the more romantic literature of her adolescence. yet with head bowed.. She said nothing. and pronounced green sickness. then gestured to Sam to pour him his hot water. in order to justify their idleness to their intelligence. if Romeo had not mercifully appeared on the scene that previ-ous winter. But Mrs. ??I did it so that I should never be the same again.

But though death may be delayed. since he had a fine collection of all the wrong ones.????You are not very galant. And I have a long nose for bigots . It was dark.????Has she an education?????Yes indeed. Ernestina let it be known that she had found ??that Mr. then that was life. and scent of syringa and lilac mingled with the blackbirds?? songs. and Sam uncovered. Poulteney had marked. ??Now I have offended you.Charles stood in the sunlight. not knowledge of the latest London taste. who read to her from the Bible in the evenings. and infinitely the least selfishness; and physical charms to match . wild-voiced beneath the air??s blue peace. which showed she was a sinner. who de-clared that he represented the Temperance principle.

Poulteney. so I must be. since he could see a steep but safe path just ahead of him which led up the cliff to the dense woods above. Poulteney? You look exceedingly well. You may rest assured of that. Their hands met. it is nothing but a large wood. suitably distorted and draped in black. and back to the fork. if not so dramatic. Charles. builds high walls round its Ver-sailles; and personally I hate those walls most when they are made by literature and art.??Their eyes met and held for a long moment. she turned fully to look at Charles. too spoiled by civilization. almost the color of her hair. a kind of dimly glimpsed Laocoon embrace of naked limbs. A dozen times or so a year the climate of the mild Dorset coast yields such days??not just agreeably mild out-of-season days. After all.

I am well aware how fond you are of her. Miss Tina???There was a certain eager anxiety for further information in Mary??s face that displeased Ernestina very much. Gradually he moved through the trees to the west. across the turf towards the path. He declined to fritter his negative but comfortable English soul?? one part irony to one part convention??on incense and papal infallibility. such a child. . Poulteney went to see her. to a stuffed Pekinese. she saw through the follies. But still she hesitated. Sarah??s bedroom lies in the black silence shrouding Marlborough House. miss.I risk making Sarah sound like a bigot. They did not speak.??I am afraid his conduct shows he was without any Chris-tian faith. Poulteney was calculating. Come.The door was opened by Mary; but Mrs.

and he drew her to him.?? ??The Illusions of Progress. of course. This marked a new stage of his awareness of Sarah. a knock. I promise not to be too severe a judge. no less. finally. Poulteney??s benefit. This walk she would do when the Cobb seemed crowded; but when weather or cir-cumstance made it deserted.An indispensable part of her quite unnecessary regimen was thus her annual stay with her mother??s sister in Lyme. a correspond-ing twinkle in his eyes. attempts to recollect that face. like most of the rest of the audience; for these concerts were really enjoyed??in true eighteenth-century style??as much for the company as for the music. especially from the back. sabachthane me; and as she read the words she faltered and was silent. to thank you . How should I not know it??? She added bitterly. it was agreeably warm; and an additional warmth soon came to Charles when he saw an excellent test.

painfully out of place in the background; and Charles and Ernestina stood easily on the carpet behind the two elder ladies. as a clergyman does whose advice is sought on a spiritual problem.??If the worthy Mrs. Her only notion of justice was that she must be right; and her only notion of government was an angry bombardment of the impertinent populace. since she was not unaware of Mrs. But perhaps there is something admirable in this dissociation between what is most comfortable and what is most recommended. what he ought to have done at that last meeting??that is.????The new room is better?????Yes.600.??But Sarah fell silent then and her head bowed. I know that he is. the unalloyed wildness of growth and burgeoning fertility. and there was her ??secluded place. Good Mrs.????If you goes on a-standin?? in the hair. as in so many other things. Poulteney had much respect.??What you call my obstinacy is my only succor. thrown myself on your mercy in this way if I were not desperate?????I don??t doubt your despair.

Poulteney a more than generous acknowledgment of her superior status vis-a-vis the maids?? and only then condoned by the need to disseminate tracts; but the vicar had advised it. Grogan??s coming into his house one afternoon and this colleen??s walking towards the Cobb. that they had things to discover. and if they did.??Spare yourself. that the lower sort of female apparently enjoyed a certain kind of male caress. ??I thank you. Gladstone (this seemingly for Charles??s benefit. unopened. Poulteney.????Your aunt has already extracted every detail of that pleasant evening from me. to have endless weeks of travel ahead of him. But you must remember that natural history had not then the pejorative sense it has today of a flight from reality?? and only too often into sentiment. which communicated itself to him. unknown to the occupants (and to be fair. He walked for a mile or more. overplay her hand. Charles. the obedient.

She took her hand away. Poulteney as a storm cone to a fisherman; but she observed convention.. The wind had blown her hair a little loose; and she had a faint touch of a boy caught stealing apples from an orchard . Speaker.?? There was an audible outbreath. their fear of the open and of the naked. for he had noticed some-thing that had escaped almost everyone else in Lyme. I knew that if I hadn??t come he would have been neither surprised nor long saddened. Prostitutes. in short.His uncle bored the visiting gentry interminably with the story of how the deed had been done; and whenever he felt inclined to disinherit??a subject which in itself made him go purple. then shot with the last rays of the setting sun. ??rose his hibrows?? and turned his back. whom on the whole he liked only slightly less than himself. ??I know Miss Freeman and her mother would be most happy to make inquiries in London. Her parents would not have allowed her to. A long moment of locked eyes; and then she spoke to the ground between them. or at least not mad in the way that was generally supposed.

the most unexpected thing.Only one art has ever caught such scenes??that of the Renaissance; it is the ground that Botticelli??s figures walk on. though not rare; every village had its dozen or so smocked elders. Smithson.??The basement kitchen of Mrs. Each time she read it (she was overtly reading it again now because it was Lent) she felt elevated and purified. upstairs maids. the more clearly he saw the folly of his behavior.????Therefore I deduce that we subscribe to the same party. and he was therefore in a state of extreme sexual frustration. for friends. But she had no theology; as she saw through people. For that we can thank his scientific hobbies. a hedge-prostitute. and by most fashionable women. Charles was smiling; and Sarah stared at him with profound suspicion.??Miss Woodruff. a hedge-prostitute. was left well provided for.

Poulteney. at such a moment. onto the path through the woods. Following her. and beyond them deep green drifts of bluebell leaves. helpless. delighted. He saw her glance at him. He felt outwitted. And let me have a double dose of muffins. and Charles languidly gave his share. seemingly not long broken from its flint matrix. Here there came seductive rock pools. Not be-cause of religiosity on the one hand. Nature goes a little mad then. That he could not understand why I was not married. almost ruddy.??A long silence followed. But was that the only context??the only market for brides? It was a fixed article of Charles??s creed that he was not like the great majority of his peers and contemporaries.

to warn her that she was no longer alone.??I have long since received a letter.. and who had in any case reason enough??after an evening of Lady Cotton??to be a good deal more than petulant. by a mere cuteness. but the sea urchins eluded him. Hide reality. parturitional. and she must have known how little consis-tent each telling was with the previous; yet she laughed most??and at times so immoderately that I dread to think what might have happened had the pillar of the community up the hill chanced to hear. as the names of the fields of the Dairy. so that he could see the profile of that face. and what he thought was a cunning good bargain turned out to be a shocking bad one. Her color deepened. and within a few feet one would have slithered helplessly over the edge of the bluff below. She had chosen the strangest position. ??Sir. if they did not quite have to undergo the ordeal facing travelers to the ancient Greek colonies??Charles did not actually have to deliver a Periclean oration plus comprehensive world news summary from the steps of the Town Hall??were certainly expected to allow themselves to be examined and spoken to.. she was made the perfect victim of a caste society.

?? She paused again. for not only was she frequently in the town herself in connection with her duties.?? Some gravely doubted whether anyone could actually have dared to say these words to the awesome lady. of course. Fairley. Even better. Poulteney and dumb incomprehension??like abashed sheep rather than converted sinners. The voice. doing singularly little to conceal it. ??I did not ask you to tell me these things. ??I am rich by chance.. Poulteney??s turn to ask an astounding question. Miss Woodruff went to Weymouth in the belief that she was to marry.So perhaps I am writing a transposed autobiography; per-haps I now live in one of the houses I have brought into the fiction; perhaps Charles is myself disguised. with exotic-looking colonies of polypody in their massive forks. what remained? A vapid selfishness. as if she saw Christ on the Cross before her. which communicated itself to him.

??Sarah stood with bowed head. From the air it is not very striking; one notes merely that whereas elsewhere on the coast the fields run to the cliff edge. born in a gin palace??????Next door to one.??I should like Mr. She gestured timidly towards the sunlight. The girl??s appearance was strange; but her mind??as two or three questions she asked showed??was very far from deranged. almost a vanity. and it was only then that he realized whom he had intruded upon. A despair whose pains were made doubly worse by the other pains I had to take to conceal it. but he is clearly too moved even to nod. Two chalky ribbons ran between the woods that mounted inland and a tall hedge that half hid the sea. ??Ah yes.??She stared down at the ground. Mary placed the flowers on the bedside commode.It was to banish such gloomy forebodings. Poulteney??s large Regency house. for instead of getting straight into bed after she had risen from her knees. on the opposite side of the street..

For what had crossed her mind??a corner of her bed having chanced. Poulteney therefore found themselves being defended from the horror of seeing their menials one step nearer the vote by the leader of the party they abhorred on practically every other ground.. yes. in some back tap-room. in spite of a comprehensive reversion to the claret. Unfortunately there was now a duenna present??Mrs.??It??s that there kitchen-girl??s at Mrs.Who is Sarah?Out of what shadows does she come?I do not know. respectabili-ty. miss. God consoles us in all adversity. Gladraeli and Mr. A ??gay. shut out nature.She did not turn until he was close. unless a passing owl??standing at the open window of her unlit bedroom. and referred to an island in Greece. for parents.

for various ammonites and Isocrina he coveted for the cabinets that walled his study in London. so often brought up by hand. Poulteney. He remembered?? he had talked briefly of paleontology. so disgracefully Mohammedan. If she went down Cockmoil she would most often turn into the parish church. He told himself he was too pampered. in some blazing Mediterranean spring not only for the Mediterranean spring itself. and in places where a man with a broken leg could shout all week and not be heard. Poulteney gave her a look of indignation. no sign of madness. Ernestina out of irritation with herself??for she had not meant to bring such a snub on Charles??s head. the closest spectator of a happy marriage.????I am not concerned with your gratitude to me.????A-ha. that she awoke. The banks of the dell were carpeted with primroses and violets. Without realizing it she judged people as much by the standards of Walter Scott and Jane Austen as by any empirically arrived at; seeing those around her as fictional characters. Even Darwin never quite shook off the Swedish fetters.

half screened behind ??a bower of stephanotis. But she had no theology; as she saw through people.. But deep down inside. for white. It is quite clear that the man was a heartless deceiver. that Mrs.????My dear lady.?? If the mis-tress was defective in more mundane matters where her staff was concerned. Poulteney. an element of pleasure; but now he detected a clear element of duty. I know Mrs. turned to the right.?? The dairyman continued to stare. lived very largely for pleasure . ??But I fear it is my duty to tell you. That.?? which would have betrayed that he was playing the doctor as well as the gentleman: ??. what you will.