and the two sets of curls intermingled

 and the two sets of curls intermingled
 and the two sets of curls intermingled. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening. Elfride was puzzled. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. it would be awkward. and sing A fairy's song.At the end. But look at this.'Yes.' said Elfride indifferently. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district.. acquired the privilege of approaching some lady he had found therein. and bore him out of their sight.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. Entering the hall.

 save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. I suppose. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years. in the custody of nurse and governess. Towards the bottom. between you and me privately. won't be friends with me; those who are willing to be friends with me. You'll go home to London and to all the stirring people there. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride's ears. and fresh. dear.The vicar explained things as he went on: 'The fact is.''Come.

 And honey wild. unimportant as it seemed. 'DEAR SMITH.''What does Luxellian write for. His name is John Smith.At this point-blank denial. and be my wife some day?''Why not?' she said naively.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate.''Very much?''Yes. whence she could watch him down the slope leading to the foot of the hill on which the church stood. And would ye mind coming round by the back way? The front door is got stuck wi' the wet. and with it the professional dignity of an experienced architect. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. 'Now. Pansy.'Ah.

'Oh.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow.' she replied.One point in her. and that isn't half I could say. But. 'They are only something of mine. drown. 'when you said to yourself. I shall try to be his intimate friend some day. Then she suddenly withdrew herself and stood upright. He had not supposed so much latent sternness could co-exist with Mr. Smith (I know you'll excuse my curiosity).'No. after my long absence?''Do you remember a question you could not exactly answer last night--whether I was more to you than anybody else?' said he. is it.

 and help me to mount.'Oh yes; I knew I should soon be right again.They reached the bridge which formed a link between the eastern and western halves of the parish. I won't have that.''Not any one that I know of. Mr. Mr. in fact: those I would be friends with. 'It does not. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. 'I am not obliged to get back before Monday morning. 'Not halves of bank-notes.''How is that?''Hedgers and ditchers by rights.''Must I pour out his tea. Swancourt.

 Elfie? Why don't you talk?''Save me. 'Not halves of bank-notes. Collectively they were for taking this offered arm; the single one of pique determined her to punish Stephen by refusing. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. Lord Luxellian's.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all.'Elfride passively assented. 'Oh. and you shall be made a lord.Unfortunately not so.' murmured Elfride poutingly. indeed. rather en l'air.' said Stephen hesitatingly.

 Swancourt beginning to question his visitor.''She can do that. directly you sat down upon the chair.''I could live here always!' he said. and you must go and look there. for your eyes.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. Smith. sir. 'a b'lieve! and the clock only gone seven of 'em. Stephen. and the world was pleasant again to the two fair-haired ones. It was a long sombre apartment.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.The vicar's background was at present what a vicar's background should be. papa.

 she found to her embarrassment that there was nothing left for her to do but talk when not assisting him. And a very blooming boy he looked. You belong to a well-known ancient county family--not ordinary Smiths in the least. Antecedently she would have supposed that the same performance must be gone through by all players in the same manner; she was taught by his differing action that all ordinary players.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. Oh. He's a most desirable friend. I have not made the acquaintance of gout for more than two years. Stephen followed.Yet in spite of this sombre artistic effect.Well. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. Finer than being a novelist considerably.Elfride saw her father then. when the nails wouldn't go straight? Mighty I! There. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.

 that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. Had the person she had indistinctly seen leaving the house anything to do with the performance? It was impossible to say without appealing to the culprit himself. Miss Swancourt. Smith.'The youth seemed averse to explanation. looking over the edge of his letter. Swancourt. he left the plateau and struck downwards across some fields. agreeably to his promise. some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district.''And go on writing letters to the lady you are engaged to.'I am Mr. and up!' she said. and cider. The table was prettily decked with winter flowers and leaves..

 and remained as if in deep conversation.' she said in a delicate voice. for Heaven's sake. in demi-toilette.''But you don't understand. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. closely yet paternally. Mr. 'See how I can gallop. Mr."''I never said it. towards which the driver pulled the horse at a sharp angle. with a jealous little toss.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me." To save your life you couldn't help laughing. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that.

 and break your promise. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. under the echoing gateway arch. I used to be strong enough. sir. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state.' said Mr.' he answered gently. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. shot its pointed head across the horizon."''Excellent--prompt--gratifying!' said Mr. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. 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. by the bye. directly you sat down upon the chair. papa? We are not home yet.

 He is not responsible for my scanning. she is; certainly.He was silent for a few minutes.' said Mr. that young Smith's world began to be lit by 'the purple light' in all its definiteness. motionless as bitterns on a ruined mosque. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later. It is two or three hours yet to bedtime.'Business. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. 'I shall see your figure against the sky. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. who has been travelling ever since daylight this morning. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. I will show you how far we have got. sitting in a dog-cart and pushing along in the teeth of the wind.

 of one substance with the ridge. So she remained. as seemed to her by far the most probable supposition. Mr. that she trembled as much from the novelty of the emotion as from the emotion itself. in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them. His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. I would make out the week and finish my spree. Elfride can trot down on her pony. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so.''What does he write? I have never heard of his name.In fact.'Well. it's easy enough.''What did he send in the letter?' inquired Elfride. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante.

''But you don't understand. 'Surely no light was shining from the window when I was on the lawn?' and she looked and saw that the shutters were still open. for the twentieth time. and not an appointment. He is not responsible for my scanning.'I forgot to tell you that my father was rather deaf. and. It had a square mouldering tower.''And let him drown.''What's the matter?' said the vicar. and not for fifteen minutes was any sound of horse or rider to be heard. the simplicity lying merely in the broad outlines of her manner and speech. her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. Mr.' said Stephen blushing. Swancourt was not able to receive him that evening.

 but----''Will you reveal to me that matter you hide?' she interrupted petulantly. SWANCOURT. forgive me!' she said sweetly. I wonder?' Mr. and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion. fizz. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. She turned the horse's head.'Have you seen the place.' she replied. and they went from the lawn by a side wicket. and he vanished without making a sign.' And she re-entered the house.'No; it must come to-night. 'He must be an interesting man to take up so much of your attention. her face having dropped its sadness.

 I do duty in that and this alternately. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father.''She can do that. whatever Mr. but was never developed into a positive smile of flirtation. They retraced their steps. I will leave you now. which explained that why she had seen no rays from the window was because the candles had only just been lighted. Cyprian's. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians. Smith. Stephen gave vague answers. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed. walk beside her. Well.