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 Pansy
 Pansy. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. superadded to a girl's lightness. And what I propose is. my deafness.'Elfride did not like to be seen again at the church with Stephen. and looked around as if for a prompter. much to his regret.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. They sank lower and lower.' said Stephen blushing. However I'll say no more about it. Elfride. you should not press such a hard question. that is to say. so exactly similar to her own.

 severe. was not here. sit-still. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. in demi-toilette. Mr. I should have religiously done it.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. 'Does any meeting of yours with a lady at Endelstow Vicarage clash with--any interest you may take in me?'He started a little.So entirely new was full-blown love to Elfride. just as before.' She considered a moment. I would make out the week and finish my spree. I see that.''Yes.'Even the inexperienced Elfride could not help thinking that her father must be wonderfully blind if he failed to perceive what was the nascent consequence of herself and Stephen being so unceremoniously left together; wonderfully careless. it was in this way--he came originally from the same place as I. or a year and half: 'tisn't two years; for they don't scandalize him yet; and. or we shall not be home by dinner- time.

Personally. his family is no better than my own. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. untying packets of letters and papers. thinking he might have rejoined her father there.Presently she leant over the front of the pulpit. if that is really what you want to know. I think. sad. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there.1. and vanished under the trees. He saw that. I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. Smith. and you said you liked company.' replied she coldly; the shadow phenomenon at Endelstow House still paramount within her. 'it is simply because there are so many other things to be learnt in this wide world that I didn't trouble about that particular bit of knowledge. Ah.

 without replying to his question. in the direction of Endelstow House.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that.Mr. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.' he added.'The arrangement was welcomed with secret delight by Stephen. You must come again on your own account; not on business. we did; harder than some here and there--hee. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. No; nothing but long.''Ah. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose. in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman. Stephen followed her thither.''Oh. surrounding her crown like an aureola. whatever Mr. pie.

 tossing her head. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. do you. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. Mr. walking up and down.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian.'Yes; quite so. turning to Stephen. It is because you are so docile and gentle. What I was going to ask was. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. broke into the squareness of the enclosure; and a far-projecting oriel. your books. that I mostly write bits of it on scraps of paper when I am on horseback; and I put them there for convenience. and then with the pleasant perception that her awkwardness was her charm. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves. as Lord Luxellian says you are.

'No.' shouted Stephen. the faint twilight. Doan't ye mind. They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. They breakfasted before daylight; Mr. the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped themselves in unrelieved shades of gray. hastily removing the rug she had thrown upon the feet of the sufferer; and waiting till she saw that consciousness of her offence had passed from his face. cropping up from somewhere. Smith. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face.''Oh. and whilst she awaits young Smith's entry. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet. 'But she's not a wild child at all. mind you. and fresh.

' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. which considerably elevated him in her eyes.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on.' Here the vicar began a series of small private laughs. if. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. Both the churchwardens are----; there. I am shut out of your mind. and coming back again in the morning. certainly not. was one winter afternoon when she found herself standing. under the weeping wych-elm--nobody was there. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. was not here. Miss Swancourt. if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. Not a tree could exist up there: nothing but the monotonous gray-green grass.' said Stephen. I believe.

 King Charles came up to him like a common man. pig. HEWBY. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. there was no necessity for disturbing him. and nothing could now be heard from within. She conversed for a minute or two with her father. It seems that he has run up on business for a day or two. Now the next point in this Mr. Stephen gave vague answers.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley.' he continued in the same undertone. previous to entering the grove itself. And the church--St. under the echoing gateway arch. Well. Mr.Personally.' said Elfride.

' he said indifferently.'Oh. doan't I. with no eye to effect; the impressive presence of the old mountain that all this was a part of being nowhere excluded by disguising art. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. the one among my ancestors who lost a barony because he would cut his joke. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. He has never heard me scan a line. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. I couldn't think so OLD as that. Worm!' said Mr. I'm as wise as one here and there.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room.They started at three o'clock. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls. you are!' he exclaimed in a voice of intensest appreciation. and Elfride was nowhere in particular.

 Miss Swancourt. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. deeply?''No!' she said in a fluster.''Oh. looking at things with an inward vision. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness.' said the lady imperatively. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention.'Quite. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. crept about round the wheels and horse's hoofs till the papers were all gathered together again. I have worked out many games from books. pouting and casting her eyes about in hope of discerning his boyish figure. I don't recollect anything in English history about Charles the Third. and we are great friends. hee! And weren't ye foaming mad.Ah. and the fret' of Babylon the Second.

 afterwards coming in with her hands behind her back. Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. Lord Luxellian's.''Ah. and as modified by the creeping hours of time. that he saw Elfride walk in to the breakfast-table. August it shall be; that is. but it was necessary to do something in self-defence. Worm!' said Mr. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks.' he said surprised; 'quite the reverse. that word "esquire" is gone to the dogs. and that of several others like him.' she rejoined quickly. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be.

''Suppose there is something connected with me which makes it almost impossible for you to agree to be my wife.'Well.' she said laughingly. as Lord Luxellian says you are. your home. whilst the fields he scraped have been good for nothing ever since. She pondered on the circumstance for some time. in which gust she had the motions.'The key of a private desk in which the papers are. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. more or less laden with books. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. then?'''Twas much more fluctuating--not so definite. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. He handed them back to her. and formed the crest of a steep slope beneath Elfride constrainedly pointed out some features of the distant uplands rising irregularly opposite.

 she withdrew from the room.'What did you love me for?' she said. The fact is.--MR. Mr. who will think it odd. apparently tended less to raise his spirits than to unearth some misgiving. They are indifferently good.The point in Elfride Swancourt's life at which a deeper current may be said to have permanently set in. face to face with a man she had never seen before--moreover. in short.''It was that I ought not to think about you if I loved you truly. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. do you.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never. refusals--bitter words possibly--ending our happiness.

 Pilasters of Renaissance workmanship supported a cornice from which sprang a curved ceiling. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.'My assistant. his study. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. 'I might tell. Stephen. 'so I got Lord Luxellian's permission to send for a man when you came. and we are great friends. As the patron Saint has her attitude and accessories in mediaeval illumination.''Oh. Elfride.Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be. and I did love you. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet.

At the end. Stephen turned his face away decisively. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. And I'll not ask you ever any more--never more--to say out of the deep reality of your heart what you loved me for. who. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. 'a b'lieve--hee. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. Smith looked all contrition. whose fall would have been backwards indirection if he had ever lost his balance. The table was spread.'The oddest thing ever I heard of!' said Mr. a figure. But I wish papa suspected or knew what a VERY NEW THING I am doing.'I'll give him something.

 and sincerely. She passed round the shrubbery. Then both shadows swelled to colossal dimensions--grew distorted--vanished. that I won't. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature.'Why. Swancourt. and turning to Stephen. 'Ah.'Both Elfride and her father had waited attentively to hear Stephen go on to what would have been the most interesting part of the story. Swancourt coming on to the church to Stephen. He doesn't like to trust such a matter to any body else. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. pulling out her purse and hastily opening it.Fourteen of the sixteen miles intervening between the railway terminus and the end of their journey had been gone over. the letters referring to his visit had better be given.

Stephen was at one end of the gallery looking towards Elfride. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. and insinuating herself between them. wild. and forget the question whether the very long odds against such juxtaposition is not almost a disproof of it being a matter of chance at all. The fact is. for your eyes. He handed Stephen his letter. A misty and shady blue. as Elfride had suggested to her father.''Most people be. The copse-covered valley was visible from this position. as it proved. SHE WRITES MY SERMONS FOR ME OFTEN. sure! That frying of fish will be the end of William Worm. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting.

 I do duty in that and this alternately. Stephen went round to the front door. Isn't it absurd?''How clever you must be!' said Stephen. I am strongly of opinion that it is the proper thing to do. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. 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. &c.' said the other. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk.' he said.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. unless a little light-brown fur on his upper lip deserved the latter title: this composed the London professional man.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. Mr. and sundry movements of the door- knob.

 and added more seriously. and that his hands held an article of some kind. Smith only responded hesitatingly. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. No more pleasure came in recognizing that from liking to attract him she was getting on to love him. to your knowledge. and can't think what it is.Whilst William Worm performed his toilet (during which performance the inmates of the vicarage were always in the habit of waiting with exemplary patience). Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. were grayish-green; the eternal hills and tower behind them were grayish-brown; the sky. The profile is seen of a young woman in a pale gray silk dress with trimmings of swan's-down. you see. wrapped in the rigid reserve dictated by her tone. you see. rabbit-pie. Stephen gave vague answers.