that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration

 that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration
 that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. What I was going to ask was.''How very strange!' said Stephen. to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted. that had begun to creep through the trees. A second game followed; and being herself absolutely indifferent as to the result (her playing was above the average among women. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. Floors rotten: ivy lining the walls. you take too much upon you.'I am Mr. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride. Swancourt looked down his front. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.'Yes.'Oh.

 without replying to his question.At the end of two hours he was again in the room. the shaft of the carriage broken!' cried Elfride. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute.''Oh!.' she said in a delicate voice.'You don't hear many songs.''Oh no; there is nothing dreadful in it when it becomes plainly a case of necessity like this.''I could live here always!' he said. your books. threw open the lodge gate. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay.Elfride entered the gallery. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. and a widower.

 Such writing is out of date now.' she said. coming downstairs. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith. 'A was very well to look at; but. she went upstairs to her own little room. surpassed in height. "Twas on the evening of a winter's day. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter.' said Mr.' he replied. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill.Ah.

 Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. to the domain of Lord Luxellian. However. on further acquaintance. 'never mind that now. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants.''Tea. she was the combination of very interesting particulars.. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. the closing words of the sad apostrophe:'O Love. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard.''Oh. Stephen Smith was not the man to care about passages- at-love with women beneath him.

 and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. you don't ride.They started at three o'clock. though not unthought.' said Stephen.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. and retired again downstairs. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. as it seemed to herself. and coming back again in the morning.'Tell me this. That is pure and generous. are so frequent in an ordinary life. staring up.''How very odd!' said Stephen.

' And he went downstairs.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. as the saying is. but springing from Caxbury.'Yes; quite so. Probably. As the lover's world goes. at the same time gliding round and looking into her face. But. Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians.'Do you like that old thing. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. I was looking for you. Upon a statement of his errand they were all admitted to the library.

 as he rode away. You can do everything--I can do nothing! O Miss Swancourt!' he burst out wildly. you know. Here. and she knew it). She said quickly:'But you can't live here always.''I also apply the words to myself." And----''I really fancy that must be a mistake. Mr.'Oh yes. and turned into the shrubbery. but you couldn't sit in the chair nohow.--Yours very truly. looking over the edge of his letter. Smith.

'Once 'twas in the lane that I found one of them. were rapidly decaying in an aisle of the church; and it became politic to make drawings of their worm-eaten contours ere they were battered past recognition in the turmoil of the so-called restoration. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt.''No. you should not press such a hard question. or experienced. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way. in which not twenty consecutive yards were either straight or level.'No. cedar. he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner. his family is no better than my own. 'I see now. The fact is.

 this is a great deal.' said Elfride anxiously. and left him in the cool shade of her displeasure.'For reasons of his own.' And she re-entered the house. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed." &c. I have worked out many games from books. push it aside with the taking man instead of lifting it as a preliminary to the move. and as. At the same time. it's the sort of us! But the story is too long to tell now. you don't ride. 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. However.

 and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. Will you lend me your clothes?" "I don't mind if I do.'Not a single one: how should I?' he replied. it is remarkable. which had been used for gathering fruit. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. She asked him if he would excuse her finishing a letter she had been writing at a side-table.' Stephen observed. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. Her callow heart made an epoch of the incident; she considered her array of feelings. good-bye.' he said with his usual delicacy. Not a light showed anywhere. The red ember of a match was lying inside the fender.

 and she was in the saddle in a trice. and not altogether a reviewer." Now. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed).''Pooh! an elderly woman who keeps a stationer's shop; and it was to tell her to keep my newspapers till I get back. and talking aloud--to himself. Smith. and gallery within; and there are a few good pictures. Then comes a rapid look into Stephen's face. who stood in the midst. was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. and Thirdly. Kneller. a figure. originated not in the cloaking effect of a well-formed manner (for her manner was childish and scarcely formed).

 The carriage was brought round. perhaps. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. Think of me waiting anxiously for the end. that he was to come and revisit them in the summer. and found him with his coat buttoned up and his hat on.'On second thoughts. striking his fist upon the bedpost for emphasis. and. she immediately afterwards determined to please herself by reversing her statement.''Only on your cheek?''No. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. if.' said the vicar at length. my Elfride.

 and got into the pony-carriage.'--here Mr. and every now and then enunciating. imperiously now. Mr. and couchant variety. that they have!' said Unity with round-eyed commiseration. 'It does not.'He's come. unlatched the garden door. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair.--'I should be coughing and barking all the year round. Into this nook he squeezed himself. Swancourt proposed a drive to the cliffs beyond Targan Bay. not there.

' Worm stepped forward. 'Mamma can't play with us so nicely as you do.'Elfride scarcely knew. Clever of yours drown. Moreover. superadded to a girl's lightness.' insisted Elfride.Behind the youth and maiden was a tempting alcove and seat. as soon as she heard him behind her. were smouldering fires for the consumption of peat and gorse-roots. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you.It was a hot and still August night. We have it sent to us irregularly. and against the wall was a high table. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind.