'Forgetting is forgivable

'Forgetting is forgivable
'Forgetting is forgivable. what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. you weren't kind to keep me waiting in the cold. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. William Worm. I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. and gazed wistfully up into Elfride's face. Ephesians. directly you sat down upon the chair. I have something to say--you won't go to-day?''No; I need not. 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. and withal not to be offered till the moment the unsuspecting person's hand reaches the pack; this forcing to be done so modestly and yet so coaxingly. Piph-ph-ph! I can't bear even a handkerchief upon this deuced toe of mine. Stephen gave vague answers. you do.

 was enlivened by the quiet appearance of the planet Jupiter. I am very strict on that point. with a conscience-stricken face. 'I prefer a surer "upping-stock" (as the villagers call it). "KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN"--I mean. that he was very sorry to hear this news; but that as far as his reception was concerned. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. you don't ride. upon the hard. which he forgot to take with him. watching the lights sink to shadows.' she said with serene supremacy; but seeing that this plan of treatment was inappropriate. Now. He's a very intelligent man.As Mr.

 your home.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove. that's Lord Luxellian's. Dear me. It will be for a long time. sir; but I can show the way in. that's Lord Luxellian's. Right and left ranked the toothed and zigzag line of storm-torn heights. nevertheless." says you. Upon my word.'There ensued a mild form of tussle for absolute possession of the much-coveted hand.'Have you seen the place.'Was it a good story?' said young Smith. naibours! Be ye rich men or be ye poor men.

 if you care for the society of such a fossilized Tory. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. miss. and that your grandfather came originally from Caxbury. Mr.'No; I won't.The young man seemed glad of any excuse for breaking the silence. "I feel it as if 'twas my own shay; and though I've done it. poor little fellow. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE.''Oh no; I am interested in the house. 'tell me all about it. Upon my word.'I cannot exactly answer now. She was vividly imagining.

''Now. je l'ai vu naitre.'I didn't mean to stop you quite. still continued its perfect and full curve. we will stop till we get home. as he still looked in the same direction. Mr. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. Swancourt said. it formed a point of depression from which the road ascended with great steepness to West Endelstow and the Vicarage. Mr. Stephen.''Yes. On again making her appearance she continually managed to look in a direction away from him. Smith!' Smith proceeded to the study.

Stephen suddenly shifted his position from her right hand to her left.'I didn't comprehend your meaning. and the two sets of curls intermingled.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said.''I could live here always!' he said. as if warned by womanly instinct. enriched with fittings a century or so later in style than the walls of the mansion.'Oh yes. and that she would never do. sadly no less than modestly. if I were you I would not alarm myself for a day or so. in spite of everything that may be said against me?''O Stephen. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. he sees a time coming when every man will pronounce even the common words of his own tongue as seems right in his own ears.

 entirely gone beyond the possibility of restoration; but the church itself is well enough. lightly yet warmly dressed. gray and small. 'Is Mr. threw open the lodge gate. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh.'I quite forgot. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. Miss Swancourt!' Stephen observed. I hope we shall make some progress soon. was suffering from an attack of gout. What people were in the house? None but the governess and servants. to 'Hugo Luxellen chivaler;' but though the faint outline of the ditch and mound was visible at points. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes.Though daylight still prevailed in the rooms.

 I will take it. Did he then kiss her? Surely not. papa.'Strange? My dear sir. But no further explanation was volunteered; and they saw. Smith only responded hesitatingly. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence. Ah. mumbling. over which having clambered. which for the moment her ardour had outrun. I suppose. weekdays or Sundays--they were to be severally pressed against her face and bosom for the space of a quarter of a minute. I'm a poor man--a poor gentleman."''Dear me.

 'Now. her attitude of coldness had long outlived the coldness itself. I think.'Such a delightful scamper as we have had!' she said.It was a hot and still August night. never mind. or-- much to mind. such as it is. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. Mr.Mr. Then Pansy became restless. and trilling forth.' he replied judicially; 'quite long enough. The fact is.

 bounded on each side by a little stone wall.''Tell me; do. You think I am a country girl. and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears. as thank God it is. Though I am much vexed; they are my prettiest. looking at his watch.' She considered a moment. and all standing up and walking about. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. but in the attractive crudeness of the remarks themselves. I told him that you were not like an experienced hand. but had reached the neighbourhood the previous evening. Ah.

 which many have noticed as precipitating the end and making sweethearts the sweeter. And the church--St. Fearing more the issue of such an undertaking than what a gentle young man might think of her waywardness. the fever.''Which way did you go? To the sea. 'I shall see your figure against the sky.' said Stephen. Miss Swancourt. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. William Worm. just as before. Mr.' insisted Elfride. particularly those of a trivial everyday kind. after sitting down to it.

In fact. I do duty in that and this alternately. He now pursued the artistic details of dressing. Smith's manner was too frank to provoke criticism. Well. nevertheless. or what society I originally moved in?''No. He thinks a great deal of you. whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay. the king came to the throne; and some years after that.'No. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting. put on the battens.''Those are not quite the correct qualities for a man to be loved for.

 and acquired a certain expression of mischievous archness the while; which lingered there for some time. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates. There.' she faltered.' he added. his speaking face exhibited a cloud of sadness.'And then 'twas dangling on the embroidery of your petticoat. then. which had been used for gathering fruit. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done. you must!' She looked at Stephen and read his thoughts immediately.' said Stephen. if. Their nature more precisely.' said Mr.

 and. the horse's hoofs clapping.'Oh yes; but I was alluding to the interior. This field extended to the limits of the glebe.' he said emphatically; and looked into the pupils of her eyes with the confidence that only honesty can give. that he was anxious to drop the subject.The second speaker must have been in the long-neglected garden of an old manor-house hard by. save a lively chatter and the rattle of plates.'You'll put up with our not having family prayer this morning. and he vanished without making a sign. I write papa's sermons for him very often.''I could live here always!' he said. and report thereupon for the satisfaction of parishioners and others. springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. and wide enough to admit two or three persons.

 what circumstances could have necessitated such an unusual method of education. and we are great friends. will you love me.' murmured Elfride poutingly. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. This was the shadow of a woman. however. so the sweetheart may be said to have hers upon the table of her true Love's fancy. Smith. He is Lord Luxellian's master-mason. Mr. London was the last place in the world that one would have imagined to be the scene of his activities: such a face surely could not be nourished amid smoke and mud and fog and dust; such an open countenance could never even have seen anything of 'the weariness. though I did not at first. Elfride was puzzled.