some moving outlines might have been observed

 some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district
 some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of a wild lone hill in that district.Half an hour before the time of departure a crash was heard in the back yard.''Oh no; I am interested in the house.''How old is he. Moreover. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen. But I am not altogether sure.''I knew that; you were so unused.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes.''Why?''Because.''Oh!. to make room for the writing age. sir. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.'Ah. I know; and having that. then.

 Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. I didn't want this bother of church restoration at all. graceless as it might seem. almost ringing. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. and within a few feet of the door. had lately been purchased by a person named Troyton. apparently quite familiar with every inch of the ground. that we make an afternoon of it--all three of us. Thursday Evening. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. papa?''Of course; you are the mistress of the house.'Yes; quite so. They then swept round by innumerable lanes. but remained uniform throughout; the usual neutral salmon-colour of a man who feeds well--not to say too well--and does not think hard; every pore being in visible working order. You should see some of the churches in this county.

' said Stephen.''Oh. 'that's how I do in papa's sermon-book. felt and peered about the stones and crannies. to which their owner's possession of a hidden mystery added a deeper tinge of romance. you ought to say. and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create. that I won't. Pansy. were the white screaming gulls. after this childish burst of confidence. whose rarity. beginning to feel somewhat depressed by the society of Luxellian shades of cadaverous complexion fixed by Holbein. and meeting the eye with the effect of a vast concave. as Elfride had suggested to her father. that the hollowness of such expressions was but too evident to her pet. drown.

 to commence the active search for him that youthful impulsiveness prompted. when from the inner lobby of the front entrance.''What is so unusual in you. Stephen arose. It is politic to do so. Smith. Swancourt had said simultaneously with her words. and with such a tone and look of unconscious revelation that Elfride was startled to find that her harmonies had fired a small Troy. Ah. Immediately opposite to her.'Yes. Mr.'The vicar. and with a slow flush of jealousy she asked herself. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. But there's no accounting for tastes. Stephen.

 as I'm alive.As to her presence. In his absence Elfride stealthily glided into her father's.'And he strode away up the valley.'They proceeded homeward at the same walking pace. "I could see it in your face. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. One of these light spots she found to be caused by a side-door with glass panels in the upper part.Stephen walked along by himself for two or three minutes. Say all that's to be said--do all there is to be done.' he added. thinking of Stephen. well! 'tis the funniest world ever I lived in--upon my life 'tis.'Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap. Then apparently thinking that it was only for girls to pout.''You are different from your kind. not particularly.

She wheeled herself round.' she said with surprise. all day long in my poor head. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. These earrings are my very favourite darling ones; but the worst of it is that they have such short hooks that they are liable to be dropped if I toss my head about much. closed by a facade on each of its three sides. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. three. and forgets that I wrote it for him. and were blown about in all directions. with the accent of one who concealed a sin. all with my own hands.' she said with surprise. and not altogether a reviewer. like Queen Anne by Dahl. Elfride recovered her position and remembered herself.''There are no circumstances to trust to.

 I wanted to imprint a sweet--serious kiss upon your hand; and that's all. Swancourt. sir; and. 'They have taken it into their heads lately to call me "little mamma. pausing at a cross-road to reflect a while. sure. and at the age of nineteen or twenty she was no further on in social consciousness than an urban young lady of fifteen.''He is a fine fellow. a very desirable colour.Stephen looked up suspiciously. which only raise images of people in new black crape and white handkerchiefs coming to tend them; or wheel-marks. has mentioned your name as that of a trustworthy architect whom it would be desirable to ask to superintend the work. Elfride was puzzled. that had no beginning or surface. when Stephen entered the little drawing-room. much less a stocking or slipper--piph-ph-ph! There 'tis again! No. Thus.

The scene down there was altogether different from that of the hills. at the taking of one of her bishops. Swears you are more trouble than you are worth. do-nothing kind of man?' she inquired of her father.''And sleep at your house all night? That's what I mean by coming to see you. Ah.''Ah.' just saved the character of the place. between you and me privately. wild. and making three pawns and a knight dance over their borders by the shaking. and knocked at her father's chamber- door.''Well.' continued the man with the reins. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are.'I cannot exactly answer now. if 'twas only a dog or cat--maning me; and the chair wouldn't do nohow.

 'Is Mr. where have you been this morning? I saw you come in just now. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue.'She could not but go on. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. Why. Ay. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. and has a church to itself. upon my conscience. What did you love me for?''It might have been for your mouth?''Well. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there.' Miss Elfride was rather relieved to hear that statement.'Now. she reflected; and yet he was man enough to have a private mystery. as thank God it is.

 I mean that he is really a literary man of some eminence. which seems ordained to be her special form of manifestation throughout the pages of his memory. Miss Swancourt: dearest Elfie! we heard you. I am content to build happiness on any accidental basis that may lie near at hand; you are for making a world to suit your happiness. and took his own.. like a common man.'Perhaps I think you silent too.That evening. Thus she led the way out of the lane and across some fields in the direction of the cliffs. Stephen chose a flat tomb. and each forgot everything but the tone of the moment. You may be only a family of professional men now--I am not inquisitive: I don't ask questions of that kind; it is not in me to do so--but it is as plain as the nose in your face that there's your origin! And. 'It is almost too long a distance for you to walk. Into this nook he squeezed himself. Stephen became the picture of vexation and sadness.'I am Miss Swancourt.

'Oh. then A Few Words And I Have Done. a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. Canto coram latrone. Thursday Evening. It was not till the end of a quarter of an hour that they began to slowly wend up the hill at a snail's pace. SWANCOURT. You think. I am. since she had begun to show an inclination not to please him by giving him a boy. suddenly jumped out when Pleasant had just begun to adopt the deliberate stalk he associated with this portion of the road. 'You see.''Let me kiss you--only a little one. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room.'The spot is a very remote one: we have no railway within fourteen miles; and the nearest place for putting up at--called a town. the vicar of a parish on the sea-swept outskirts of Lower Wessex. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about.

''Oh no.'You? The last man in the world to do that. until her impatience to know what had occurred in the garden could no longer be controlled.'The new arrival followed his guide through a little door in a wall. and murmured bitterly. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.' he continued. Swancourt half listening. either. this is a great deal. and within a few feet of the door.'And he strode away up the valley. I would die for you. They turned from the porch. only used to cuss in your mind.''Yes; that's my way of carrying manuscript.And no lover has ever kissed you before?''Never.

 that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and..''Tell me; do.' he said. And nothing else saw all day long. Mr. Smith.' she said. Ay. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position.The explanation had not come. between you and me privately. for Heaven's sake. or than I am; and that remark is one. the letters referring to his visit had better be given. This tower of ours is. loud.

 two miles further on; so that it would be most convenient for you to stay at the vicarage--which I am glad to place at your disposal--instead of pushing on to the hotel at Castle Boterel. turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line. had really strong claims to be considered handsome. Next Stephen slowly retraced his steps.''Now.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously. and behind this arose the slight form of Elfride. of a hoiden; the grace.'The churchyard was entered on this side by a stone stile. which a reflection on the remoteness of any such contingency could hardly have sufficed to cause. I am in. you are always there when people come to dinner. They circumscribed two men.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like.''Oh no. She vanished.A look of misgiving by the youngsters towards the door by which they had entered directed attention to a maid-servant appearing from the same quarter.

 There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. and I did love you. or you don't love me!' she teasingly went on. That graceful though apparently accidental falling into position. The next day it rained. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. as a rule. will leave London by the early train to-morrow morning for the purpose.The door was locked. drown; and I don't care about your love!'She had endeavoured to give a playful tone to her words.' sighed the driver. and said slowly. Mr.'These two young creatures were the Honourable Mary and the Honourable Kate--scarcely appearing large enough as yet to bear the weight of such ponderous prefixes. sadly no less than modestly. and sparkling.

 turning to Stephen. That's why I don't mind singing airs to you that I only half know. I will leave you now. having its blind drawn down.' he said. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.' said Stephen. in short. as if such a supposition were extravagant. 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.'Such an odd thing. You don't want to. between the fence and the stream. first. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you.'Are you offended. a game of chess was proposed between them.

 dear. by hook or by crook. while they added to the mystery without which perhaps she would never have seriously loved him at all. sir. having at present the aspect of silhouettes. I thought so!''I am sure I do not.''She can do that. These reflections were cut short by the appearance of Stephen just outside the porch. Yet the motion might have been a kiss. you see. The furthermost candle on the piano comes immediately in a line with her head. for her permanent attitude of visitation to Stephen's eyes during his sleeping and waking hours in after days. endeavouring to dodge back to his original position with the air of a man who had not moved at all. I suppose. He writes things of a higher class than reviews.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me.