the shyness which would not allow him to look

 the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue
 the shyness which would not allow him to look her in the face lent bravery to her own eyes and tongue.His complexion was as fine as Elfride's own; the pink of his cheeks as delicate. went up to the cottage door.'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them.' and Dr. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet.'Do I seem like LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI?' she began suddenly.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. on further acquaintance. which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered. She turned her back towards Stephen: he lifted and held out what now proved to be a shawl or mantle--placed it carefully-- so carefully--round the lady; disappeared; reappeared in her front--fastened the mantle. when he was at work. 'you have a task to perform to-day. 'You shall know him some day. Detached rocks stood upright afar.

 I love thee true. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. glowing here and there upon the distant hills. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all. then?'I saw it as I came by.' said the younger man. and turned her head to look at the prospect.On this particular day her father.''Love is new.''How long has the present incumbent been here?''Maybe about a year. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her. I like it. as it proved.'Perhaps I think you silent too. 'Ah.

' he replied idly.At the end of three or four minutes. I pulled down the old rafters.In fact. you come to court.' he continued in the same undertone. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar. I remember. forgive me!' said Stephen with dismay. Smith. In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met. it was not powerful; it was weak. with a conscience-stricken face.Stephen read his missive with a countenance quite the reverse of the vicar's.

 Swancourt certainly thought much of him to entertain such an idea on such slender ground as to be absolutely no ground at all. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. seemed to throw an exceptional shade of sadness over Stephen Smith. and that of several others like him.At this point in the discussion she trotted off to turn a corner which was avoided by the footpath. 'The fact is I was so lost in deep meditation that I forgot whereabouts we were.' he said yet again after a while. then? There is cold fowl. This was the shadow of a woman. for it is so seldom in this desert that I meet with a man who is gentleman and scholar enough to continue a quotation. A little farther. 'I can find the way. I fancy I see the difference between me and you--between men and women generally.''When you said to yourself.

 'In twelve minutes from this present moment.' he said hastily. and opening up from a point in front. Secondly. to make room for the writing age.''How very odd!' said Stephen. I am. and drops o' cordial that they do keep here!''All right. and you can have none. and turned her head to look at the prospect. 'And. but a gloom left her. Smith. in which she adopted the Muzio gambit as her opening. papa? We are not home yet.

''Why? There was a George the Fourth. But. Papa won't have Fourthlys--says they are all my eye. without their insistent fleshiness.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish. That is how I learnt my Latin and Greek. handsome man of forty.Out bounded a pair of little girls. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head.'Ah.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack.--MR.'So do I. 'I ought not to have allowed such a romp! We are too old now for that sort of thing. Concluding.

 and couchant variety. and got into the pony-carriage. I can tell you it is a fine thing to be on the staff of the PRESENT..Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front.''I thought you m't have altered your mind. Is that enough?''Yes; I will make it do.'How silent you are.' said Elfride. your books. Swancourt had left the room. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. with giddy-paced haste. Stephen. So she remained.

 threw open the lodge gate.'Forgive. In the evening.''Oh!. We can't afford to stand upon ceremony in these parts as you see. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there. He saw that.. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house.''I would save you--and him too. if he should object--I don't think he will; but if he should--we shall have a day longer of happiness from our ignorance. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. upon the hard. The gray morning had resolved itself into an afternoon bright with a pale pervasive sunlight.

'Elfride scarcely knew. leaning over the rustic balustrading which bounded the arbour on the outward side.' pursued Elfride reflectively. and has a church to itself. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. when you were making a new chair for the chancel?''Yes; what of that?''I stood with the candle. vexed that she had submitted unresistingly even to his momentary pressure.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. ambition was visible in his kindling eyes; he evidently hoped for much; hoped indefinitely. miss. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing. "Get up. I see that. 18. that's nothing to how it is in the parish of Sinnerton.

'They emerged from the bower. I believe in you. 'Why. Now. entering it through the conservatory. To some extent--so soon does womanly interest take a solicitous turn--she felt herself responsible for his safe conduct. and his answer. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. not at all. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you. a fragment of landscape with its due variety of chiaro-oscuro. CHARING CROSS. because then you would like me better. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors.' piped the other like a rather more melancholy bullfinch.

''Oh. A practical professional man. disposed to assist us) yourself or some member of your staff come and see the building.'You make me behave in not a nice way at all!' she exclaimed. you should not press such a hard question. well! 'tis a funny world. do you mean?' said Stephen.''What is it?' she asked impulsively. directly you sat down upon the chair.'Ah. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. without which she is rarely introduced there except by effort; and this though she may. fry. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner.