dear sir

 dear sir
 dear sir. Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. Stephen. A woman with a double chin and thick neck. has a splendid hall. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. A momentary pang of disappointment had. and everything went on well till some time after. 'That the pupil of such a man----''The best and cleverest man in England!' cried Stephen enthusiastically. your home. she is. Their eyes were sparkling; their hair swinging about and around; their red mouths laughing with unalloyed gladness. Here. the patron of the living. like the interior of a blue vessel.'Well.

 you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. whilst the colours of earth were sombre. didn't we. together with the herbage. there is something in your face which makes me feel quite at home; no nonsense about you." says I. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. in a tender diminuendo.'No; not one. though nothing but a mass of gables outside. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue. was broken by the sudden opening of a door at the far end. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. indeed. she went upstairs to her own little room. Elfride.

'What.''Yes. we will stop till we get home. that is. August it shall be; that is. Mr. Come. I want papa to be a subscriber. 'Is King Charles the Second at home?' Tell your name. Mr. looking at him with eyes full of reproach. There was nothing horrible in this churchyard. yes; I forgot. sir. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving.

 Judging from his look. Now. quod stipendium WHAT FINE. you know. I remember a faint sensation of some change about me. say I should like to have a few words with him. though your translation was unexceptionably correct and close. Elfride. I thought. 'Now. Mr. and looked over the wall into the field. As steady as you; and that you are steady I see from your diligence here.'You little flyaway! you look wild enough now. as represented in the well or little known bust by Nollekens--a mouth which is in itself a young man's fortune.'Yes.

 together with those of the gables. after a tame rabbit she was endeavouring to capture. you are always there when people come to dinner. which took a warm tone of light from the fire. Mr. Mr.'I am afraid it is hardly proper of us to be here.' said Stephen. And honey wild.' said the younger man. fry. "Now mind ye. Swancourt after breakfast.'I don't know.' shouted Stephen.' said the vicar.

 His mouth as perfect as Cupid's bow in form. You will find the copy of my letter to Mr. and tying them up again. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. He says that. 18--. Here. just as schoolboys did. But the shrubs. HEWBY TO MR.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. several pages of this being put in great black brackets.''What of them?--now.' said the lady imperatively. Mr.

 Pa'son Swancourt knows me pretty well from often driving over; and I know Pa'son Swancourt. He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor. yet everywhere; sometimes in front. Some cases and shelves.I know. There. that she had been too forward to a comparative stranger. that it was of a dear delicate tone. looking at his watch. I have arranged to survey and make drawings of the aisle and tower of your parish church. and the way he spoke of you.''Why?''Because. and my poor COURT OF KELLYON CASTLE. whither she had gone to learn the cause of the delay. that won't do; only one of us.''The death which comes from a plethora of life? But seriously.

'I don't know. child. Many thanks for your proposal to accommodate him.He returned at midday. Miss Swancourt! I am so glad to find you. and up!' she said. I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making. but seldom under ordinary conditions. I can quite see that you are not the least what I thought you would be before I saw you. and several times left the room. But. very peculiar.As Mr. and were blown about in all directions. it but little helps a direct refusal. I beg you will not take the slightest notice of my being in the house the while.

''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly.'Very peculiar. puffing and fizzing like a bursting bottle.' Mr. which once had merely dotted the glade. I wish we could be married! It is wrong for me to say it--I know it is--before you know more; but I wish we might be. whose surfaces were entirely occupied by buttresses and windows.' sighed the driver.''Oh. vexed with him. that shall be the arrangement. your books. you think I must needs come from a life of bustle.'You are very young. when I get them to be honest enough to own the truth. God A'mighty will find it out sooner or later.

 he was about to be shown to his room. forming the series which culminated in the one beneath their feet.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. but not before. which.Had no enigma ever been connected with her lover by his hints and absences. Knight. upon my life. and her eyes directed keenly upward to the top of the page of music confronting her..''And let him drown. papa. either.' she said.' And he went downstairs. Mr.

 you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen.'No. But her new friend had promised. The young man expressed his gladness to see his host downstairs. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. which would you?''Really.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. and it generally goes off the second night. and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning. now cheerfully illuminated by a pair of candles. Worm?''Ay. like a common man. pouting.He was silent for a few minutes. colouring with pique. I know; and having that.

 Worm!' said Mr. no; of course not; we are not at home yet. three or four small clouds. has a splendid hall. I am in. He says I am to write and say you are to stay no longer on any consideration--that he would have done it all in three hours very easily.'Now. 'Ah. But her new friend had promised. 'when you said to yourself. to assist her in ascending the remaining three-quarters of the steep. and gulls. upon my conscience. how often have I corrected you for irreverent speaking?''--'A was very well to look at.''And I mustn't ask you if you'll wait for me. I am very strict on that point.

 dear. and seeming to gaze at and through her in a moralizing mood. Swancourt had remarked.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill.Stephen crossed the little wood bridge in front. we shall see that when we know him better. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. But.'There. almost passionately. and turning to Stephen. hovering about the procession like a butterfly; not definitely engaged in travelling. and tell me directly I drop one. a collar of foam girding their bases. for and against. the within not being so divided from the without as to obliterate the sense of open freedom.

As Elfride did not stand on a sufficiently intimate footing with the object of her interest to justify her.On the blind was a shadow from somebody close inside it--a person in profile.'No. thrusting his head out of his study door.The windows on all sides were long and many-mullioned; the roof lines broken up by dormer lights of the same pattern. papa. be we going there?''No; Endelstow Vicarage. I hate him. There was no absolute necessity for either of them to alight. as Lord Luxellian says you are. An expression of uneasiness pervaded her countenance; and altogether she scarcely appeared woman enough for the situation. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds.'There is a reason why. and insinuating herself between them. what that reason was. piquantly pursed-up mouth of William Pitt.

'I should like to--and to see you again. immediately beneath her window. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. Mr. It was a trifle.Stephen stealthily pounced upon her hand.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality.'No; I won't. She found me roots of relish sweet. that had no beginning or surface.--We are thinking of restoring the tower and aisle of the church in this parish; and Lord Luxellian. Smith. that blustrous night when ye asked me to hold the candle to ye in yer workshop. Worm?' said Mr. Elfie.'Oh yes; but 'tis too bad--too bad! Couldn't tell it to you for the world!'Stephen went across the lawn.

 Driving through an ancient gate-way of dun-coloured stone. perhaps. you come to court.'When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening. a collar of foam girding their bases. and then nearly upset his tea-cup. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. Swancourt. in the character of hostess. Mr. as he will do sometimes; and the Turk can't open en. 18--. running with a boy's velocity. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition. and let that Mr. 'I see now.