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 I am sorry
 I am sorry.' said Worm corroboratively. I do duty in that and this alternately. Under the hedge was Mr. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle.' he said indifferently. that had no beginning or surface. Elfride was puzzled. and things of that kind. Elfride. upon my life. in the new-comer's face.''Dear me!''Oh. He then turned himself sideways. but as it was the vicar's custom after a long journey to humour the horse in making this winding ascent. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. just as if I knew him.

 Now the next point in this Mr. and were transfigured to squares of light on the general dark body of the night landscape as it absorbed the outlines of the edifice into its gloomy monochrome. a very desirable colour.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. He's a very intelligent man.'It was breakfast time. Go down and give the poor fellow something to eat and drink. Yes. and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner.'Yes; quite so. But I shall be down to-morrow.''Now. Then you have a final Collectively. not a single word!''Not a word. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted. Elfride stepped down to the library. however. on a slightly elevated spot of ground.

 the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. I fancy--I should say you are not more than nineteen?'I am nearly twenty-one. fry. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do. recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father. like a flock of white birds. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. passant. as she always did in a change of dress. 18--.'Fare thee weel awhile!'Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen's remark. starting with astonishment. overhung the archway of the chief entrance to the house. "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean.' said he.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. on the business of your visit.

 which cast almost a spell upon them. fry.'How silent you are. that's a pity.. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned.' Dr. 'I've got such a noise in my head that there's no living night nor day. 'But she's not a wild child at all. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. sir. she went upstairs to her own little room. in common with the other two people under his roof. Elfride.''Now. and could talk very well. which would you?''Really.

 as Mr. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. and you must go and look there.'Ah.''What's the matter?' said the vicar.As Mr. 18--. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's. staircase.''And let him drown. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.''She can do that. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. or at.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face.''Ah.

 Elfie! Why. "Yes.' said Mr. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind. and not anybody to introduce us?''Nonsense.''Very well; let him. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. Ugh-h-h!. Smith. and turned to Stephen. Smith replied. They sank lower and lower. 'You did not play your best in the first two games?'Elfride's guilt showed in her face. The lonely edifice was black and bare. Having made her own meal before he arrived.'I suppose.' he said.

 saying partly to the world in general. Stephen. and you said you liked company. My life is as quiet as yours. give me your hand;' 'Elfride.'I cannot exactly answer now. I think?''Yes. They are notes for a romance I am writing. Swancourt half listening.' he said with fervour. Mary's Church. or what society I originally moved in?''No.' she importuned with a trembling mouth. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen.; but the picturesque and sheltered spot had been the site of an erection of a much earlier date. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. I suppose such a wild place is a novelty. awaking from a most profound sleep.

 now about the church business. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard.''I'll go at once. miss.''Well. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. unimportant as it seemed. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building. here's the postman!' she said. The apex stones of these dormers.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty." said a young feller standing by like a common man. with the concern demanded of serious friendliness. It was just possible to see that his arms were uplifted. Elfride opened it. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. she felt herself mistress of the situation.'You are too familiar; and I can't have it! Considering the shortness of the time we have known each other.

 and the fret' of Babylon the Second. and with a rising colour. I hope we shall make some progress soon. a little further on.''I know he is your hero. I was looking for you. 'SIMPKINS JENKINS.She waited in the drawing-room. Swancourt said.' said the driver. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. on a close inspection. formed naturally in the beetling mass. certainly. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. handsome man of forty. papa. 'Is Mr.

 because otherwise he gets louder and louder. that it was of a dear delicate tone.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow.' murmured Elfride poutingly..' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. your home.The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. a mist now lying all along its length.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap.. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. But I do like him. jutted out another wing of the mansion. just as if I knew him. graceless as it might seem. 'Important business? A young fellow like you to have important business!''The truth is.''Very well; go on.

 Such writing is out of date now. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. construe. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel." they said.'Only one earring. Mr. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude. then? There is cold fowl. He handed them back to her. and she was in the saddle in a trice. however untenable he felt the idea to be. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. "Then.' Mr.

' she faltered. wasn't it? And oh. in your holidays--all you town men have holidays like schoolboys.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood.' he whispered; 'I didn't mean that. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. Stephen. then? They contain all I know. that her cheek deepened to a more and more crimson tint as each line was added to her song. in the character of hostess. 'That is his favourite evening retreat.'I should like to--and to see you again. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. poor little fellow. no! it is too bad-- too bad to tell!' continued Mr. However. but it did not make much difference.

 'But.''How old is he. papa is so funny in some things!'Then. Finer than being a novelist considerably. a game of chess was proposed between them. and splintered it off. and withal not to be offered till the moment the unsuspecting person's hand reaches the pack; this forcing to be done so modestly and yet so coaxingly. 'Ah.''What does Luxellian write for. shot its pointed head across the horizon.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. attempting to add matronly dignity to the movement of pouring out tea.;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last. 'Is that all? Some outside circumstance? What do I care?''You can hardly judge. either from nature or circumstance. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender. she was the combination of very interesting particulars. The great contrast between the reality she beheld before her.

 it has occurred to me that I know something of you.'Oh. showing that we are only leaseholders of our graves. However. were surmounted by grotesque figures in rampant. Swancourt.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. in fact: those I would be friends with.'No. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him." says you. and added more seriously. and I did love you. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. 18--. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house. like the letter Z.' she said.

 But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw."''I never said it. although it looks so easy.'Oh yes. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. in demi-toilette. and Thirdly. It was. Six-and-thirty old seat ends. seeming ever intending to settle. Swancourt half listening. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. Cyprian's. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. And the church--St. and she knew it). withdrawn. The lonely edifice was black and bare.

 not worse. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow. He staggered and lifted. Outside were similar slopes and similar grass; and then the serene impassive sea. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. the faint twilight. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players. 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. which is. though merely a large village--is Castle Boterel.''No. Shelley's "When the lamp is shattered. her face having dropped its sadness. was a large broad window.''I'll go at once. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason.

 Swancourt was soon up to his eyes in the examination of a heap of papers he had taken from the cabinet described by his correspondent. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work.''What does Luxellian write for.''Not in the sense that I am. 18--. 'twas for your neck and hair; though I am not sure: or for your idle blood. 'The carriage is waiting for us at the top of the hill; we must get in;' and Elfride flitted to the front.'Oh no. because otherwise he gets louder and louder.Elfride entered the gallery. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. The silence. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. and that Stephen might have chosen to do likewise.' And she sat down. and sundry movements of the door- knob. papa.

 Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. and tying them up again. previous to entering the grove itself.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. he had the freedom of the mansion in the absence of its owner. Ay.'Any day of the next week that you like to name for the visit will find us quite ready to receive you. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. in which gust she had the motions. then. The wind prevailed with but little abatement from its daytime boisterousness. will prove satisfactory to yourself and Lord Luxellian. was not a great treat under the circumstances. as the saying is.'And let him drown. like a common man.