hesitated.??We??re not ??orses. He was slim. and Mrs. He should have taken a firmer line. As soon as he saw her he stopped. It had not.

Each time she read it (she was overtly reading it again now because it was Lent) she felt elevated and purified
Each time she read it (she was overtly reading it again now because it was Lent) she felt elevated and purified. Poulteney. When I was in Dorchester.?? Charles could not see Sam??s face. He might perhaps have seen a very contemporary social symbolism in the way these gray-blue ledges were crumbling; but what he did see was a kind of edificiality of time. and Charles now saw a scientific as well as a humanitarian reason in his adventure.????I could not tell the truth before Mrs. the jet engine.The next debit item was this: ??May not always be present with visitors. Am I not?????She knows. Mrs. you are poor by chance. But if he makes advances I wish to be told at once. which came down to just above her ankles; a lady would have mounted behind. like so many worthy priests and dignitaries asked to read the lesson. since he had a fine collection of all the wrong ones. that lends the area its botanical strangeness??its wild arbutus and ilex and other trees rarely seen growing in England; its enormous ashes and beeches; its green Brazilian chasms choked with ivy and the liana of wild clematis; its bracken that grows seven.

. I know in the manufacturing cities poverties and solitude exist in comparison to which I live in comfort and luxury. If he returns. of course. And that. Poulteney stood suddenly in the door. Sarah had one of those peculiar female faces that vary very much in their attractiveness; in accordance with some subtle chemistry of angle.????Mr.??It is a most fascinating wilderness. Poulteney??s in-terest in Charles was probably no greater than Charles??s in her; but she would have been mortally offended if he had not been dragged in chains for her to place her fat little foot on??and pretty soon after his arrival. I hope so; those visions of the contented country laborer and his brood made so fashionable by George Morland and his kind (Birket Foster was the arch criminal by 1867) were as stupid and pernicious a sentimentalization. 1867. we are not going to forbid them to speak together if they meet?????There is a world of difference between what may be accepted in London and what is proper here. as the one she had given at her first interroga-tion. grooms. and it is no doubt symptomatic that the one subject that had cost her agonies to master was mathematics..

a false scholarship. I have her in. imprisoned.??Your future wife is a better judge than you are of such matters.??If you knew of some lady. Charles. I could forgive a man anything ??except Vital Religion. then walked some fifty yards or so along the lower path. And heaven also help the young man so in love that he tried to approach Marlborough House secretly to keep an assignation: for the gardens were a positive forest of humane man-traps????humane?? in this con-text referring to the fact that the great waiting jaws were untoothed. however much of a latterday Mrs. His father had died three months later. not specialization; and even if you could prove to me that the latter would have been better for Charles the ungifted scien-tist. His travels abroad had regrettably rubbed away some of that patina of profound humorlessness (called by the Victorian earnestness.?? a prostitute??it is the significance in Leech??s famous cartoon of 1857. Poulteney.There would have been a place in the Gestapo for the lady; she had a way of interrogation that could reduce the sturdiest girls to tears in the first five minutes.????Get her away.

??I know Miss Freeman and her mother would be most happy to make inquiries in London. Sarah was in her nightgown.??This abruptly secular descent did not surprise the vicar.??Is she young?????It??s too far to tell. a knowledge that she would one day make a good wife and a good mother; and she knew. At first meetings she could cast down her eyes very prettily. Ernestina plucked Charles??s sleeve. Fairley. Three flights down. she would turn and fling herself out of his sight... His thoughts were too vague to be described. He sensed that Mrs. until he was certain they had gone. I felt I had to see you. Because .

She now went very rarely to the Cobb. be ignorant of the obloquy she was inviting. only to wake in the dawn to find the girl beside her??so meekly-gently did Millie. oh Charles . her apparent total obeisance to the great god Man. ??how disgraceful-ly plebeian a name Smithson is. during which Charles could.??I did not mean to imply??????Have you read it?????Yes. at that moment. In one of the great ash trees below a hidden missel thrush was singing.For what had crossed her mind??a corner of her bed having chanced. That reserve. Ernestina wanted a husband.. Strangely.??Upon my word. I cannot pretend that your circumstances have not been discussed in front of me .

Its sadness reproached; its very rare interventions in conversation?? invariably prompted by some previous question that had to be answered (the more intelligent frequent visitors soon learned to make their polite turns towards the companion-secretary clearly rhetorical in nature and intent)??had a disquietingly decisive character about them. and he winked. worse than Sarah. But they don??t.????But are your two household gods quite free of blame? Who was it preached the happiness of the greatest number?????I do not dispute the maxim. that they had things to discover. His leg had been crushed at the first impact. for she is one of the more celebrated younger English film actresses. and lower cheeks.Mrs. bathed in an eternal moonlight. ??I was introduced the other day to a specimen of the local flora that inclines me partly to agree with you. incapable of sustained physical effort.????Does she come this way often?????Often enough. by empathy. She was Sheridan??s granddaughter for one thing; she had been. elephantine but delicate; as full of subtle curves and volumes as a Henry Moore or a Michelangelo; and pure.

For a day she had been undecided; then she had gone to see Mrs. Woman. its worship not only of the literal machine in transport and manufacturing but of the far more terrible machine now erecting in social convention. . they said. He gave his wife a stern look. They encouraged the mask. people to listen to him. he was betrothed??but some emotion. they said. on her back. her cheeks red. Had they but been able to see into the future! For Ernestina was to outlive all her generation.?? He smiled grimly at Charles. hysterical sort of tears that presage violent action; but those produced by a profound conditional. Poulteney let a golden opportunity for bullying pass. something of the automaton about her.

?? Sarah read in a very subdued voice.??That might have been a warning to Charles; but he was too absorbed in her story to think of his own.????So you class Miss Woodruff in the obscure category???The doctor was silent a few moments.????The first thing I admired in him was his courage. But I find myself suddenly like a man in the sharp spring night. And if you had disputed that repu-tation. timid. giving the name of another inn. But you must remember that natural history had not then the pejorative sense it has today of a flight from reality?? and only too often into sentiment. a chaste alabaster nudity. Tranter??s defense. He toyed with the idea. but the figure stood mo-tionless. and already vivid green clumps of marjoram reached up to bloom. He was well aware...

You do not bring the happiness of the many by making them run before they can walk. And Miss Woodruff was called upon to interpret and look after his needs. Not the dead.??But Sarah fell silent then and her head bowed. surrounded by dense thickets of brambles and dogwood; a kind of minute green amphitheater. Ernestina began to cry again; then dried her eyes.. Once there she had seen to it that she was left alone with Charles; and no sooner had the door shut on her aunt??s back than she burst into tears (without the usual preliminary self-accusations) and threw herself into his arms.Sarah went towards the lectern in the corner of the room.And there. either. who put down her fireshield and attempted to hold it. These last hundred years or more the commonest animal on its shores has been man??wielding a geologist??s hammer.????He is deceased?????Some several years ago. perhaps too general. to her fixed delusion that the lieutenant is an honorable man and will one day return to her.????Then how.

raises the book again. was his intended marriage with the Church. He stood at a loss. Poulteney to grasp the implied compliment. as he craned sideways down. in place of the desire to do good for good??s sake.However.??Charles had to close his eye then in a hurry. he hardly dared to dwell. Poulteney. It was as if. It was not the kneeling of a hysteric.??Mrs.????Dessay you??ve got a suitor an?? all. and resting over another body. most evidently sunk in immemorial sleep; while Charles the natu-rally selected (the adverb carries both its senses) was pure intellect.??I never found the right woman.

Poulteney had two obsessions: or two aspects of the same obsession. The dead man??s clothes still hung in his wardrobe. . alone. Charles set out to catch up. It was not . but from some accident or other always got drunk on Sundays. and it was only then that he realized whom he had intruded upon. as mere stupidity. He himself belonged un-doubtedly to the fittest; but the human fittest had no less certain responsibility towards the less fit. Yet behind it lay a very modern phrase: Come clean.She had some sort of psychological equivalent of the experienced horse dealer??s skill??the ability to know almost at the first glance the good horse from the bad one; or as if. light. dear aunt. Lyell??s Principles of Geology. found himself telling this mere milkmaid something he had previously told only to himself. I did not know yesterday that you were Mrs.

It would not be enough to say she was a fine moral judge of people. He had touched exactly that same sore spot with his uncle.??Do but think. The Lyme Assembly Rooms were perhaps not much. at the least expected moment. English religion too bigoted.. Tranter. Now the Undercliff has reverted to a state of total wildness. Her face was admirably suited to the latter sentiment; it had eyes that were not Tennyson??s ??homes of silent prayer?? at all. by seeing that he never married. as in so many other things. and looked him in the eyes. like Ernestina??s. though with a tendency to a certain grandiose exaggeration of one or two of Charles??s physical mannerisms that he thought particularly gentlemanly. mostly to bishops or at least in the tone of voice with which one addresses bishops. He had touched exactly that same sore spot with his uncle.

Her envy kept her there; and also her dark delight in the domestic catastrophes that descended so frequently on the house.??A long silence followed. and all because of a fit of pique on her part.??I did not suppose you would.. very cool; a slate floor; and heavy with the smell of ripening cheese. with downcast eyes. of the importance of sea urchins. than what one would expect of niece and aunt.In that year (1851) there were some 8. Never mind that not one in ten of the recipients could read them??indeed. For that we can thank his scientific hobbies.????Sometimes I think he had nothing to do with the ship-wreck.????My dear madam. in case she might freeze the poor man into silence. not altogether of sound mind. you hateful mutton-bone!?? A silence.

May I give it to Mary???Thus it was that later that same day Ernestina figured. then a minor rage among the young ladies of En-gland??the dark green de rigueur was so becoming..??He wished he could see her face.. As soon as he saw her he stopped. Charles made the Roman sign of mercy.Partly then. repressed a curse. the only two occupants of Broad Street. but Ernestina turned to present Charles. She sank to her knees. the heart was torn out of the town; and no one has yet succeeded in putting it back. I have no one who can . There was nothing fortuitous or spontaneous about these visits. Indeed she made a pretense of being very sorry for ??poor Miss Woodruff?? and her reports were plentifully seasoned with ??I fear?? and ??I am afraid. They are doubtless partly attributable to remorse.

little sunlight . they are spared. he decided that the silent Miss Woodruff was laboring under a sense of injustice??and. and they would all be true. and beyond them deep green drifts of bluebell leaves. glanced desperately round. you say.. existed; but they were explicable as creatures so depraved that they overcame their innate woman??s disgust at the carnal in their lust for money. ma??m. But his wrong a??s and h??s were not really comic; they were signs of a social revolution. for the doctor and she were old friends. He perceived that the coat was a little too large for her. Poulteney a more than generous acknowledgment of her superior status vis-a-vis the maids?? and only then condoned by the need to disseminate tracts; but the vicar had advised it. But he was happy there.??No. notebooks.

The grog was excellent. their condescensions. Mr. She was very pretty. along the beach under Ware Cleeves for his destination.?? The person referred to was the vicar of Charmouth. then went on.?? If the mis-tress was defective in more mundane matters where her staff was concerned.Oh. When he had dutifully patted her back and dried her eyes. then turned; and again those eyes both repelled and lanced him. then with the greatest pleasure. Yet now committed to one more folly. Poulteney highly; and it slyly and permanently??perhaps af-ter all Sarah really was something of a skilled cardinal?? reminded the ogress. His gener-ation of Cockneys were a cut above all that; and if he haunted the stables it was principally to show that cut-above to the provincial ostlers and potboys. horror of horrors. but of not seeing that it had taken place.

Poulteney saw an equivalent number of saved souls chalked up to her account in heaven; and she also saw the French Lieutenant??s Woman doing public penance. I was unsuccessful.So if you think all this unlucky (but it is Chapter Thir-teen) digression has nothing to do with your Time. Though she had found no pleasure in reading. and ray false love will weep.. Poulteney.??Charles understood very imperfectly what she was trying to say in that last long speech. What that genius had upset was the Linnaean Scala Naturae. I too saw them talking together yesterday. He hesitated.??We??re not ??orses. He was slim. and Mrs. He should have taken a firmer line. As soon as he saw her he stopped. It had not.