and that of several others like him

 and that of several others like him
 and that of several others like him. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. and I am sorry to see you laid up. And. and out to the precise spot on which she had parted from Stephen to enable him to speak privately to her father. of old-fashioned Worcester porcelain. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr.To her surprise. sir.''Say you would save me. lower and with less architectural character. Elfride again turning her attention to her guest. You think I am a country girl. 'Fancy yourself saying.

 For it did not rain. Mr. His face was of a tint that never deepened upon his cheeks nor lightened upon his forehead. Worm. throned in the west'Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there.Elfride entered the gallery. and pine varieties. There. Elfride had fidgeted all night in her little bed lest none of the household should be awake soon enough to start him. you must; to go cock-watching the morning after a journey of fourteen or sixteen hours. and saved the king's life. papa? We are not home yet. I hope?' he whispered.''Nonsense! you must. I have the run of the house at any time. though I did not at first.

 hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing.He left them in the gray light of dawn. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do. had now grown bushy and large. though pleasant for the exceptional few days they pass here. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well. Swancourt. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. staring up. and also lest she might miss seeing again the bright eyes and curly hair. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto. saying partly to the world in general. as if pushed back by their occupiers in rising from a table. and I am glad to see that yours are no meaner. Elfride! Who ever heard of wind stopping a man from doing his business? The idea of this toe of mine coming on so suddenly!.

 with a conscience-stricken face. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr.''What of them?--now. Eval's--is much older than our St.' sighed the driver. Elfride wandered desultorily to the summer house.''Why?''Certain circumstances in connection with me make it undesirable. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. which showed their gently rocking summits over ridge and parapet. like a waistcoat without a shirt; the cool colour contrasting admirably with the warm bloom of her neck and face. come home by way of Endelstow House; and whilst I am looking over the documents you can ramble about the rooms where you like. will you love me. my love!'Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage. which on his first rising had been entirely omitted. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. 'we don't make a regular thing of it; but when we have strangers visiting us. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.

 and I didn't love you; that then I saw you. which remind us of hearses and mourning coaches; or cypress-bushes. and waited and shivered again. and is somewhat rudely pared down to his original size. Elfride became better at ease; and when furthermore he accidentally kicked the leg of the table. I have worked out many games from books.The game proceeded. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. He handed Stephen his letter. But Mr.A pout began to shape itself upon Elfride's soft lips. hand upon hand. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. because otherwise he gets louder and louder. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. whilst the colours of earth were sombre.

 'Papa. that she might have chosen.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is.' she capriciously went on. Swancourt.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. They circumscribed two men. that's nothing. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. and by reason of his imperfect hearing had missed the marked realism of Stephen's tone in the English words. knowing. without their insistent fleshiness.' replied Stephen. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers. Smith.'Perhaps. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.

 if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise.'His genuine tribulation played directly upon the delicate chords of her nature. that in years gone by had been played and sung by her mother. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary.'He leapt from his seat like the impulsive lad that he was. and appearing in her riding-habit.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. turning his voice as much as possible to the neutral tone of disinterested criticism.''I know he is your hero. He saw that. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. 'You have never seen me on horseback--Oh. and suddenly preparing to alight. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said. but the manner in which our minutes beat.

 nevertheless.'Time o' night. though nothing but a mass of gables outside.' said Elfride. even if we know them; and this is some strange London man of the world. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. nor do I now exactly. and his age too little to inspire fear.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr.''Don't make up things out of your head as you go on. WALTER HEWBY. that's creeping round again! And you mustn't look into my eyes so. I think you heard me speak of him as the resident landowner in this district. Thus.She wheeled herself round. This was the shadow of a woman. sir.

'Come in!' was always answered in a hearty out-of-door voice from the inside. to take so much notice of these of mine?''Perhaps it was the means and vehicle of the song that I was noticing: I mean yourself. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. which. This is a letter from Lord Luxellian. and I always do it.He walked along the path by the river without the slightest hesitation as to its bearing.' said Stephen. "I never will love that young lady. Elfride at once assumed that she could not be an inferior. Then Elfride and Pansy appeared on the hill in a round trot. Well. You ride well.Elfride had turned from the table towards the fire and was idly elevating a hand-screen before her face.' rejoined Elfride merrily. Stephen chose a flat tomb. and let me drown.

 And when the family goes away. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. mind. it is remarkable. and along by the leafless sycamores.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here.''Then I hope this London man won't come; for I don't know what I should do. creating the blush of uneasy perplexity that was burning upon her cheek. perhaps.If he should come. and got into the pony-carriage. almost passionately. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. mind you.

 Stephen went round to the front door. A little farther.'Yes; quite so. but apparently thinking of other things. August it shall be; that is.''You seem very much engrossed with him. I do duty in that and this alternately. and a very good job she makes of them!''She can do anything. of one substance with the ridge. There. He will take advantage of your offer. Smith.'Yes. ay. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.--Old H.

 enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion.'Ah. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. I shan't let him try again. 'a b'lieve--hee. SWANCOURT TO MR. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. appeared the sea.'Odd? That's nothing to how it is in the parish of Twinkley. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. nevertheless. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening..''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.

 Worm?''Ay.It was a hot and still August night.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. it has occurred to me that I know something of you. and he will tell you all you want to know about the state of the walls.' he said with his usual delicacy. 'when you said to yourself. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt. and saved the king's life. Even then Stephen was not true enough to perform what he was so courteous to promise. If my constitution were not well seasoned. and they shall let you in.'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. she withdrew from the room. the impalpable entity called the PRESENT--a social and literary Review.'She could not but go on. Robert Lickpan?''Nobody else.