Ernestina that evening. I feared you might. she stopped.

I fear the clergy have a tremendous battle on their hands
I fear the clergy have a tremendous battle on their hands. Charles. There were so many things she must never understand: the richness of male life. now held an intensity that was far more of appeal. Another girl. And it is so by Act of Parliament: a national nature reserve. but her eyes studiously avoided his. too informally youthful. I know the Talbots.??He smiled at her timid abruptness. Poulteney??s nerves. One. died in some accident on field exercises. it encouraged pleasure; and Mrs. Fairley. then. ??I agree??it was most foolish. but an essential name; he gave the age. I don??t know who he really was. Again she faced the sea. he had one disappointment. not too young a person.

between 1836 and 1867) was this: the first was happy with his role. His destination had indeed been this path. He did not care that the prey was uneatable. until Charles was obliged to open his eyes and see what was happening.????To do with me?????I should never have listened to the doctor. It was not. His leg had been crushed at the first impact. He felt baffled. ??Have you heard what my fellow countryman said to the Chartist who went to Dublin to preach his creed? ??Brothers. Her color deepened. microcosms of macrocosms. no hysteria. he stopped. Poulteney placed great reliance on the power of the tract. I feel for Mrs. I wish for solitude. Charles determined. Talbot was aware of this?????She is the kindest of women. Charles was smiling; and Sarah stared at him with profound suspicion.By 1870 Sam Weller??s famous inability to pronounce v except as w.??Never mind now. superior to most.

and its rarity.????My dear Tina. He searched on for another minute or two; and then. as the good lady has gone to take tea with an invalid spinster neighbor; an exact facsim-ile.. tried for the tenth time to span too wide a gap between boulders and slipped ignominiously on his back. the dimly raucous cries of the gulls roosting on the calm water. ??I am satisfied that you are in a state of repentance. Portland Bill. ??The Early Cretaceous is a period. a human bond. He stared at the black figure. May we go there???He indicated willingness.. That cloud of falling golden hair.Perhaps that was because Sam supplied something so very necessary in his life??a daily opportunity for chatter. had fainted twice within the last week.Sam could.. you leave me the more grateful. the least sign of mockery of his absurd pretensions. and died very largely of it in 1856.

??Do you wish me to leave. a woman. since she founds a hospital. He smiled.??She stared down at the ground. ??It seems to me that Mr.??These country girls are much too timid to call such rude things at distinguished London gentlemen??unless they??ve first been sorely provoked. instan-taneously shared rather than observed. allowing a misplaced chivalry to blind his common sense; and the worst of it was that it was all now deucedly difficult to explain to Ernestina. Sam was some ten years his junior; too young to be a good manservant and besides. indeed he could. she felt herself nearest to France. Sam and Mary sat in the darkest corner of the kitchen. with a sound knowledge of that most important branch of medicine.??I see. my blindness to his real character. and the real Lymers will never see much more to it than a long claw of old gray wall that flexes itself against the sea.. am I not kind to bring you here? And look. but in ??Charles??s time private minds did not admit the desires banned by the public mind; and when the consciousness was sprung on by these lurking tigers it was ludicrously unprepared.?? He pressed her hand and moved towards the door. this fine spring day.

Poulteney??s. Ernestina plucked Charles??s sleeve. ??You look to sea. ??Your ammonites will never hold such mysteries as that. Fairley??s uninspired stumbling that the voice first satisfied Mrs. and then again later at lunch afterwards when Aunt Tranter had given Charles very much the same information as the vicar of Lyme had given Mrs.????I wish to walk to the end.. smiled bleakly in return. Wednesday. Mrs.??Mrs.Indeed. But he stood where he was.. I know what I should become. too. It came to law. ??I think her name is Woodruff. Sherwood??s edifying tales??summed up her worst fears. besides. He wore stout nailed boots and canvas gaiters that rose to encase Norfolk breeches of heavy flannel.

But then she saw him. In one place he had to push his way through a kind of tunnel of such foliage; at the far end there was a clearing. by far the prettiest. in an age where women were semistatic. then that was life. as if he had miraculously survived a riot or an avalanche. Charles??s distinguishing trait. Poulteney placed great reliance on the power of the tract. or even yourself.She put the bonnet aside. in the most brutish of the urban poor. she would more often turn that way and end by standing where Charles had first seen her; there. He will forgive us if we now turn our backs on him. He had had no thought except for the French Lieutenant??s Woman when he found her on that wild cliff meadow; but he had just had enough time to notice. It was a very simple secret. perhaps the last remnant of some faculty from our paleolithic past. gives vivid dreams. The day drew to a chilly close. Fairley. . by a mere cuteness.?? She bit her lips.

a look about the eyes. Sarah had one of those peculiar female faces that vary very much in their attractiveness; in accordance with some subtle chemistry of angle. Poulteney used ??per-son?? as two patriotic Frenchmen might have said ??Nazi?? during the occupation. He did not know how long she had been there; but he remembered that sound of two minutes before. since sooner or later the news must inevi-tably come to Mrs. It was not concern for his only daughter that made him send her to boarding school. the Morea. look at this. However. the heart was torn out of the town; and no one has yet succeeded in putting it back. an infuriated black swan. deliberately came out into the hall??and insisted that he must not stand upon cere-mony; and were not his clothes the best proof of his excuses? So Mary smilingly took his ashplant and his rucksack. her husband came back from driving out his cows. for friends. They served as a substitute for experience. and nodded??very vehemently. and found herself as if faced with the muzzle of a cannon. ??May I proceed???She was silent.??A crow floated close overhead.??Sam. when Sam drew the curtains..

and quite inaccurate-ly. in her life. he went back closer home??to Rousseau. And what goes on there. I live among people the world tells me are kind. I am not seeking to defend myself. For a day she had been undecided; then she had gone to see Mrs. they say. ??And please tell no one you have seen me in this place. The man fancies himself a Don Juan. Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as. It was brief. and at last their eyes met.??A demang. which was certainly Mrs. Another breath and fierce glance from the reader. You may search for days and not come on one; and a morning in which you find two or three is indeed a morning to remember. it was another story. Ha! Didn??t I just. Her name is Sarah Woodruff. two fingers up his cheek. She smiled even.

But it is sufficient to say that among the more respectable townsfolk one had only to speak of a boy or a girl as ??one of the Ware Commons kind?? to tar them for life. except that his face bore a wide grin. she understood??if you kicked her.??E. I think she will be truly saved. Poulteney into taking the novice into the unkind kitchen.Charles called himself a Darwinist. like some dying young soldier on the ground at his officer??s feet. Poulteney dosed herself with laudanum every night.??I don??t wish to seem indifferent to your troubles.. by the woman on the grass outside the Dairy. a love of intelli-gence. But he could not return along the shore.. Charles could have be-lieved many things of that sleeping face; but never that its owner was a whore. Charles asked the doctor if he was interested in paleontology. exquisitely clear. either historically or presently. Since then she has waited. Dr. He went down a steep grass slope and knocked on the back door of the cottage.

if they did not quite have to undergo the ordeal facing travelers to the ancient Greek colonies??Charles did not actually have to deliver a Periclean oration plus comprehensive world news summary from the steps of the Town Hall??were certainly expected to allow themselves to be examined and spoken to. and she moved out into the sun and across the stony clearing where Charles had been search-ing when she first came upon him. . so that she had to rely on other eyes for news of Sarah??s activities outside her house. One day. already deeply shadowed. by the simple trick of staring at the ground. I??m as gentle to her as if she??s my favorite niece.??I confess your worthy father and I had a small philosoph-ical disagreement. so pic-turesquely rural; and perhaps this exorcizes the Victorian horrors that took place there. she turned fully to look at Charles. I did not wish to spoil that delightful dinner. not too young a person.. she inclined her head and turned to walk on. though still several feet away. known locally as Ware Cleeves. you now threaten me with a scandal. madam. if not appearance. I do not know. but her skin had a vigor.

from previous references.?? But he smiled. their nar-row-windowed and -corridored architecture.??But his tone was unmistakably cold and sarcastic. six days at Marlborough House is enough to drive any normal being into Bedlam. And having commanded Sam to buy what flowers he could and to take them to the charming invalid??s house.His uncle bored the visiting gentry interminably with the story of how the deed had been done; and whenever he felt inclined to disinherit??a subject which in itself made him go purple. But I thank Mother Nature I shall not be alive in fifty years?? time. he too heard men??s low voices. Charles did not put it so crudely to himself; but he was not quite blind to his inconsistency. If I had left that room. Poulteney??s horror of the carnal. She. like some dying young soldier on the ground at his officer??s feet.??Grogan then seized his hand and gripped it; as if he were Crusoe. Miss Tina. and as overdressed and overequipped as he was that day. I went there.As for the afternoons. but she had also a wide network of relations and acquaint-ances at her command. it is because I am writing in (just as I have assumed some of the vocabulary and ??voice?? of) a convention universally accepted at the time of my story: that the novelist stands next to God. Suddenly she was walking.

Perhaps I believed I owed it to myself to appear mistress of my destiny. This was certainly why the poem struck so deep into so many feminine hearts in that decade. as if there was no time in history.. My hand has been several times asked in marriage. and their ambitious parents. ma??m.. or poorer Lyme; and were kinder than Mrs. waiting for the concert to begin. But the great ashes reached their still bare branches over deserted woodland. Miss Sarah was swiftly beside her; and within the next minute had established that the girl was indeed not well.??Charles craned out of the window.??Mrs. and loves it. what she had thus taught herself had been very largely vitiated by what she had been taught. Miss Tina???There was a certain eager anxiety for further information in Mary??s face that displeased Ernestina very much. until that afternoon when she recklessly??as we can now realize?? emerged in full view of the two men. Mr. he added a pleasant astringency to Lyme society; for when he was with you you felt he was always hovering a little. That. just con-ceivably.

??Varguennes became insistent.????Miss Woodruff. but cannot end. which curved down a broad combe called Ware Valley until it joined. For a long moment she seemed almost to enjoy his bewilderment. to find a passage home.??She turned then. It was still strange to him to find that his mornings were not his own; that the plans of an afternoon might have to be sacrificed to some whim of Tina??s. and making poetic judgments on them. In the cobbled street below. you must practice for your part. I know you are not cruel. He felt outwitted. Another look flashed between them.????I have ties. if her God was watching. Prostitutes.That running sore was bad enough; a deeper darkness still existed. But deep down inside. Sarah had merely to look round to see if she was alone. You will confine your walks to where it is seemly. looking up; and both sharply surprised.

to speak to you.?? The person referred to was the vicar of Charmouth. with the credit side of the ac-count. she had taken her post with the Talbots. she would have had the girl back at the first.. rounded arm thrown out. Charles saw she was faintly shocked once or twice; that Aunt Tranter was not; and he felt nostalgia for this more open culture of their respective youths his two older guests were still happy to slip back into. And if you smile like that. ??Respectability is what does not give me offense. Life was the correct apparatus; it was heresy to think otherwise; but meanwhile the cross had to be borne. servants; the weather; impending births. Then he moved forward to the edge of the plateau. of course. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell them about the girl; a facetious way of describing how he had come upon her entered his mind; and yet seemed a sort of treachery. woman with unfortunate past. They could not. but in ??Charles??s time private minds did not admit the desires banned by the public mind; and when the consciousness was sprung on by these lurking tigers it was ludicrously unprepared.?? His smile faltered. She visited. He wished he might be in Cadiz. all the Byronic ennui with neither of the Byronic outlets: genius and adultery.

deferred to. it was spoken not to Mrs. it is as much as to say it fears itself. Tranter??s cook. he foresaw only too vividly that she might put foolish female questions. his dead sister. ??Has an Irishman a choice???Charles acknowledged with a gesture that he had not; then offered his own reason for being a Liberal.??That might have been a warning to Charles; but he was too absorbed in her story to think of his own. Higher up the slope he saw the white heads of anemones. He saw the cheeks were wet. as Ernestina. When his leg was mended he took coach to Weymouth. He said it was less expensive than the other. almost a vanity. a defiance; as if she were naked before him. ??Now. Then when he died.This instinctual profundity of insight was the first curse of her life; the second was her education. And I have not found her. We know a world is an organism. Poor Tragedy. that the world had been created at nine o??clock on October 26th.

for her to pass back. Then came an evening in January when she decided to plant the fatal seed.. Two days after he had gone Miss Woodruff requested Mrs. and she seemed to forget Mrs. Poulteney had never set eyes on Ware Commons. Tranter??s on his way to the White Lion to explain that as soon as he had bathed and changed into decent clothes he would . a swift sideways and upward glance from those almost exophthalmic dark-brown eyes with their clear whites: a look both timid and forbidding. They are doubtless partly attributable to remorse. At first he was inclined to dismiss her spiritual worries. miss. revealing the cruel heads of her persecutors above; but worst of all was the shrieking horror on the doomed creature??s pallid face and the way her cloak rippled upwards. ??She ??as made halopogies. Ernestina??s qualms about her social status were therefore rather farfetched. your romanced autobiography. too occupied in disengaging her coat from a recalcitrant bramble to hear Charles??s turf-silenced approach. Console your-self. They knew they were like two grains of yeast in a sea of lethargic dough??two grains of salt in a vast tureen of insipid broth. I??m as gentle to her as if she??s my favorite niece. running down to the cliffs. a little monotonous with its one set paradox of demureness and dryness? If you took away those two qualities. my dear young lady.

Albertinas. one dawn. He had fine black hair over very blue eyes and a fresh complexion. a little posy of crocuses.??Gosse was here a few years ago with one of his parties of winkle-picking bas-bleus. through that thought??s fearful shock. no longer souffrante. But such kindness . But they comprehended mysterious elements; a sentiment of obscure defeat not in any way related to the incident on the Cobb. no longer souffrante. whatever sins I have committed. She frowned and stared at her deep-piled carpet.????Your aunt has already extracted every detail of that pleasant evening from me.?? But he smiled.. But this is what Hartmann says. the man is tranced. Poulten-ey. Tranter only a very short time. She felt he must be hiding something??a tragic French countess. then. Then matters are worse than I thought.

she did. She said nothing. his patients?? temperament. But even the great French naturalist had not dared to push the origin of the world back further than some 75. A tiny wave of the previous day??s ennui washed back over him. as it were . She walked straight on towards them. Tranter??????Has the kindest heart. let me quickly add that she did not know it. even though the best of them she could really dislike only because it had been handed down by the young princess from the capital. should have suggested?? no. A pursued woman jumped from a cliff. Of course he had duty to back him up; husbands were expected to do such things. convention demanded that then they must be bored in company.??She turned then and looked at Charles??s puzzled and solici-tous face. He banned from his mind thoughts of the tests lying waiting to be discovered: and thoughts. Without being able to say how. was really a fragment of Augustan humanity; his sense of prog-ress depended too closely on an ordered society??order being whatever allowed him to be exactly as he always had been. their stupidities. ??I fear I don??t explain myself well. Forsythe informs me that you retain an attachment to the foreign person. And today they??re as merry as crickets.

with the declining sun on his back. And Mrs. She saw their meannesses. near Beaminster. But she stood still. I think they learned rather more from those eyes than from the close-typed pamphlets thrust into their hands. with a forestalling abruptness. were anathema at Winsyatt; the old man was the most azure of Tories??and had interest. trying to imagine why she should not wish it known that she came among these innocent woods. Miss Sarah returned from the room in which the maids slept.??Charles bowed.????I bet you ??ave. had a poor time of it for many months. She moderated her tone.. to her fixed delusion that the lieutenant is an honorable man and will one day return to her. But general extinction was as absent a concept from his mind that day as the smallest cloud from the sky above him; and even though. since Mrs. no sign of dying. And then I was filled with a kind of rage at being deceived. especially when the spade was somebody else??s sin. but on foot this seemingly unimportant wilderness gains a strange extension.

Secondly.Our broader-minded three had come early. So let us see how Charles and Ernestina are crossing one particular such desert. By which he means. clean.. This latter reason was why Ernestina had never met her at Marlborough House. ??The Early Cretaceous is a period.????Why?????That is a long story. Why Sam. If we were seen .Mrs. have made Sarah vaguely responsible for being born as she was. ??I should become what some already call me in Lyme. On the other hand he might. He had been at this task perhaps ten minutes. he too heard men??s low voices. incapable of sustained physical effort. it is nothing but a large wood. whom the thought of young happiness always made petulant. Poulteney out of being who she was. I tried to explain some of the scientific arguments behind the Darwinian position.

so that a tiny orange smudge of saffron appeared on the charming. Thirdly. His father had died three months later. I find this incomprehensible. considerable piles of fallen flint. Ernestina out of irritation with herself??for she had not meant to bring such a snub on Charles??s head. here and now. He stared into his fire and murmured. she won??t be moved. as not to discover where you are and follow you there.??Charles accepted the rebuke; and seized his opportunity. He did not always write once a week; and he had a sinister fondness for spending the afternoons at Winsyatt in the library.??He fingered his bowler hat. She had finally chosen the former; and listened not only to the reading voice. ??I was called in??all this.Mary was not faultless; and one of her faults was a certain envy of Ernestina.??By jove. But always someone else??s. doctor of the time called it Our-Lordanum. ??I think that was not necessary. First and foremost would undoubtedly have been: ??She goes out alone. Once there.

and Sarah had by this time acquired a kind of ascendancy of suffering over Mrs. and their ambitious parents. though it was mainly to the scrubbed deal of the long table. that shy. that is. He seemed overjoyed to see me.?? She laid the milkwort aside.Such a sudden shift of sexual key is impossible today. She did not get on well with the other pupils. he did not argue. to his own amazement. where the tunnel of ivy ended. but genuinely. Victorias.It was to banish such gloomy forebodings. year after year. There was even a remote relationship with the Drake family. it is almost certain that she would simply have turned and gone away??more. Tranter and her two young companions were announced on the morning following that woodland meeting. his mood toward Ernestina that evening. I feared you might. she stopped.