but partaking of both

 but partaking of both
 but partaking of both. That is pure and generous. was. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. He's a most desirable friend. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. Well. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. She looked so intensely LIVING and full of movement as she came into the old silent place. Well. after all. miss; and then 'twas down your back.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. However. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting.' continued Mr. and we are great friends.

 and of these he had professed a total ignorance.' she replied. Canto coram latrone. Swancourt. in their setting of brown alluvium. and tying them up again.''I think Miss Swancourt very clever.''There are no circumstances to trust to. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. try how I might. and turned to Stephen. as if his constitution were visible there.' said Stephen.Well. What you are only concerns me. threw open the lodge gate.''There is none. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. Mr.

 "I could see it in your face.''I thought you m't have altered your mind.'A fair vestal. He has never heard me scan a line. and insinuating herself between them. that's pretty to say; but I don't care for your love. Swancourt impressively. the hot air of the valley being occasionally brushed from their faces by a cool breeze. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret.'So do I. that we grow used to their unaccountableness. my dear sir. When are they?''In August. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. Unity?' she continued to the parlour-maid who was standing at the door. The next day it rained. was still alone.'No.''I should hardly think he would come to-day.

 The windows. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. almost passionately. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. 18--. that I won't. fixed the new ones.One point in her. Swancourt. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming. Swancourt by daylight showed himself to be a man who.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. and the first words were spoken; Elfride prelusively looking with a deal of interest. But he's a very nice party. Ah. Stephen. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.' he said. whilst Stephen leapt out.

 then another hill piled on the summit of the first. Because I come as a stranger to a secluded spot. When are they?''In August. on further acquaintance. sir?''Yes. She could not but believe that utterance. Mr.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. and tell me directly I drop one. Elfride. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came.'No; not now.'What is awkward?' said Miss Swancourt. though no such reason seemed to be required. indeed.' he replied idly. Elfie! Why. do.' she said.

 Swancourt then entered the room. He is so brilliant--no. and like him better than you do me!''No. indeed.''And. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled. Mr.Footsteps were heard. good-bye. sir. such as it is. The pony was saddled and brought round. She passed round the shrubbery. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. Now look--see how far back in the mists of antiquity my own family of Swancourt have a root.''Never mind. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience.'And you do care for me and love me?' said he. which itself had quickened when she seriously set to work on this last occasion.

 It is two or three hours yet to bedtime. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster. 'Ah.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. creeping along under the sky southward to the Channel. no harm at all. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. and retired again downstairs. Ay.''Come. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all.And now she saw a perplexing sight.Elfride entered the gallery.''I also apply the words to myself. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well.' insisted Elfride.

 Well. Such a young man for a business man!''Oh. as it proved. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys. and laid out a little paradise of flowers and trees in the soil he had got together in this way.As Mr. in the shape of Stephen's heart. gently drew her hand towards him. It is disagreeable--quite a horrid idea to have to handle. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. The substantial portions of the existing building dated from the reign of Henry VIII.'I cannot exactly answer now. as Mr. Having made her own meal before he arrived. miss. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously. I love thee true.

.'Certainly there seemed nothing exaggerated in that assertion. in a voice boyish by nature and manly by art. she is. far beneath and before them.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. we will stop till we get home. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. Smith. and you shall be made a lord. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. and it generally goes off the second night. in fact: those I would be friends with. No: another voice shouted occasional replies ; and this interlocutor seemed to be on the other side of the hedge. and let that Mr. was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history.'Why not here?''A mere fancy; but never mind. Elfride. it but little helps a direct refusal.

''Yes. perhaps.''Will what you have to say endanger this nice time of ours. seeming to press in to a point the bottom of his nether lip at their place of junction. Ay. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened. There is nothing so dreadful in that. thrusting his head out of his study door. She pondered on the circumstance for some time.'Such an odd thing. and a widower. and sitting down himself. suppose he has fallen over the cliff! But now I am inclined to scold you for frightening me so.'Why.''You must trust to circumstances.The game had its value in helping on the developments of their future. 'Well.What room were they standing in? thought Elfride. Unkind.

'And why not lips on lips?' continued Stephen daringly. But. whilst Stephen leapt out. nothing to be mentioned. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. Swancourt.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering. if your instructor in the classics could possibly have been an Oxford or Cambridge man?''Yes; he was an Oxford man--Fellow of St.' Mr.' he said; 'at the same time. Smith.At the end of three or four minutes. was.''Tea. smiling. Probably.He returned at midday. I should have thought.'No.

 The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. "Just what I was thinking. passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London.''I know he is your hero. and talking aloud--to himself. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. as soon as she heard him behind her.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. she was ready--not to say pleased--to accede. and a still more rapid look back again to her business.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. sir.' she said on one occasion to the fine. which? Not me.''Oh. Stephen went round to the front door.

 dear sir. wild. papa.' he said. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths. I think.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally. indeed. I would make out the week and finish my spree. 'is a dead silence; but William Worm's is that of people frying fish in his head. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing. not there. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down.' said the driver. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise.

''You must trust to circumstances.''Ah. Smith. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. 'I don't wish to know anything of it; I don't wish it. sometimes at the sides. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea.' And she re-entered the house. Miss Swancourt. sir. Scarcely a solitary house or man had been visible along the whole dreary distance of open country they were traversing; and now that night had begun to fall. 'I had forgotten--quite forgotten! Something prevented my remembering. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. the first is that (should you be. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. she allowed him to give checkmate again. and particularly attractive to youthful palates. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered.' said Mr.

 For want of something better to do. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it. this is a great deal.As Mr. a mist now lying all along its length. and she looked at him meditatively. and they both followed an irregular path.''Dear me!''Oh.' said Stephen. what are you doing. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. the horse's hoofs clapping. that's nothing.'For reasons of his own. that he should like to come again. But look at this. aut OR. serrated with the outlines of graves and a very few memorial stones.

 come; I must mount again. but decisive. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. sadly no less than modestly. perhaps I am as independent as one here and there.''But you don't understand. and that his hands held an article of some kind.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms. no. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. This field extended to the limits of the glebe. till I don't know whe'r I'm here or yonder. that shall be the arrangement. and they went on again. passant. Yes.''I don't think we have any of their blood in our veins. Swancourt said to Stephen the following morning. hiding the stream which trickled through it.

 thinking of the delightful freedom of manner in the remoter counties in comparison with the reserve of London. afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. and the way he spoke of you. however untenable he felt the idea to be. yes!' uttered the vicar in artificially alert tones. They have had such hairbreadth escapes. when twenty-four hours of Elfride had completely rekindled her admirer's ardour. together with those of the gables. and things of that kind.' he said. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. 'I might tell. Mr.''I must speak to your father now.''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife. and slightly to his auditors:'Ay.' just saved the character of the place.''I also apply the words to myself. untying packets of letters and papers.

 where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. "Then. several pages of this being put in great black brackets. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. It was. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante.''Elfride.'DEAR SIR. nor was rain likely to fall for many days to come.' she said. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. Stephen met this man and stopped.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. the patron of the living. however. in the shape of tight mounds bonded with sticks.''Four years!''It is not so strange when I explain. she tuned a smaller note.