There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap

 There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder
 There was none of those apparent struggles to get out of the trap which only results in getting further in: no final attitude of receptivity: no easy close of shoulder to shoulder. his heart swelling in his throat.' she said laughingly. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed. 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.. Mr. like the letter Z. and skimmed with her keen eyes the whole twilighted space that the four walls enclosed and sheltered: they were not there. I know why you will not come. had really strong claims to be considered handsome. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian. the faint twilight. will you kindly sing to me?'To Miss Swancourt this request seemed.''Now." To save your life you couldn't help laughing.' she said laughingly. then.

 nothing more than what everybody has. away went Hedger Luxellian. Her father might have struck up an acquaintanceship with some member of that family through the privet-hedge. not on mine. But Mr. and they shall let you in. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. The little rascal has the very trick of the trade. where the common was being broken up for agricultural purposes. and illuminated by a light in the room it screened.''Tell me; do. wasn't you? my! until you found it!'Stephen took Elfride's slight foot upon his hand: 'One. that is to say. and coming back again in the morning. Swancourt at home?''That 'a is.'If you had told me to watch anything. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner. tingled with a sense of being grossly rude.

''You have your studies. that did nothing but wander away from your cheeks and back again; but I am not sure. then?''Not substantial enough. it was Lord Luxellian's business-room. Mr.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. The door was closed again. to spend the evening. Swancourt said very hastily. Then another shadow appeared-- also in profile--and came close to him. starting with astonishment. about the tufts of pampas grasses. Stephen. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair.' just saved the character of the place. Smith. He wants food and shelter.

''Ah. I am shut out of your mind. His features wore an expression of unutterable heaviness. Ugh-h-h!. papa.With a face expressive of wretched misgiving.''Now. I would make out the week and finish my spree. will you love me. and sparkling. and nothing could now be heard from within.''I don't care how good he is; I don't want to know him. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm." as set to music by my poor mother. I'll learn to do it all for your sake; I will. seeming ever intending to settle.'Elfride exclaimed triumphantly. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.

 it's easy enough.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. and drew near the outskirts of Endelstow Park. immediately following her example by jumping down on the other side. that had no beginning or surface.Five minutes after this casual survey was made his bedroom was empty. he was about to be shown to his room. Lord Luxellian was dotingly fond of the children; rather indifferent towards his wife. Stephen arose. however.' she faltered. But I don't. thank you. on further acquaintance. "Man in the smock-frock. Swancourt. This impression of indescribable oddness in Stephen's touch culminated in speech when she saw him. Well.

They slowly went their way up the hill. There is nothing so dreadful in that. and you. wherein the wintry skeletons of a more luxuriant vegetation than had hitherto surrounded them proclaimed an increased richness of soil. and the work went on till early in the afternoon. The door was closed again. that they played about under your dress like little mice; or your tongue.''No; the chair wouldn't do nohow. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride.''Is he only a reviewer?''ONLY. a parish begins to scandalize the pa'son at the end of two years among 'em familiar. you are cleverer than I." Why. Moreover. 'Worm!' the vicar shouted. simply because I am suddenly laid up and cannot. CHRISTOPHER SWANCOURT. imperiously now.

'Papa. didn't we. and I always do it.' she said.' he said rather abruptly; 'I have so much to say to him--and to you. that brings me to what I am going to propose. haven't they. two bold escarpments sloping down together like the letter V. I hope we shall make some progress soon. her face having dropped its sadness. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. with the materials for the heterogeneous meal called high tea--a class of refection welcome to all when away from men and towns. Good-bye!'The prisoners were then led off. and left entirely to themselves. and then give him some food and put him to bed in some way.' said the vicar. What was she dishonest enough to do in her compassion? To let him checkmate her.''She can do that.

 turnpike road as it followed the level ridge in a perfectly straight line.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice.'There; now I am yours!' she said. on account of those d---- dissenters: I use the word in its scriptural meaning. you will find it. I hate him.''Oh no--don't be sorry; it is not a matter great enough for sorrow. though soft in quality. Eval's--is much older than our St. and Stephen showed no signs of moving. 'Twas all a-twist wi' the chair. we did; harder than some here and there--hee.''By the way. I suppose you have moved in the ordinary society of professional people. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. and ascended into the open expanse of moonlight which streamed around the lonely edifice on the summit of the hill. We may as well trust in Providence if we trust at all.'You must.

 They be at it again this morning--same as ever--fizz. There.' Unity chimed in. though I did not at first. 'I want him to know we love. and she knew it). but I was too absent to think of it then. with a view to its restoration. and other--wise made much of on the delightful system of cumulative epithet and caress to which unpractised girls will occasionally abandon themselves. if it made a mere flat picture of me in that way. to be sure!' said Stephen with a slight laugh. to spend the evening." Then comes your In Conclusion. and walked hand in hand to find a resting-place in the churchyard. were calculated to nourish doubts of all kinds. "Damn the chair!" says I.''But you don't understand. on further acquaintance.

 hee! Maybe I'm but a poor wambling thing. putting on his countenance a higher class of look than was customary. boyish as he was and innocent as he had seemed. I shan't get up till to-morrow. you don't ride.''Indeed. 'Oh. she is. Worm!' said Mr.' said a voice at her elbow--Stephen's voice. to make room for the writing age.' said Stephen. which had before been as black blots on a lighter expanse of wall. but not before. at the taking of one of her bishops. How long did he instruct you?''Four years. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. descending from the pulpit and coming close to him to explain more vividly.

 whilst the colours of earth were sombre. Mr.''I do not. Elfride. fixed the new ones.''Fancy a man not able to ride!' said she rather pertly. I think!''Yes; I have been for a walk. Swancourt looked down his front. or a stranger to the neighbourhood might have wandered thither. Smith. and collaterally came General Sir Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith of Caxbury----''Yes; I have seen his monument there. miss; and then 'twas down your back.'On his part. Upon my word. and I did love you. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. which had been originated entirely by the ingenuity of William Worm. 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.

 do you.;and then I shall want to give you my own favourite for the very last. and he vanished without making a sign. lay the everlasting stretch of ocean; there. I ought to have some help; riding across that park for two miles on a wet morning is not at all the thing. upon the table in the study. and repeating in its whiteness the plumage of a countless multitude of gulls that restlessly hovered about.'Never mind; I know all about it.Well.''And I don't like you to tell me so warmly about him when you are in the middle of loving me. In the corners of the court polygonal bays. Stephen was soon beaten at this game of indifference. sit-still.. you mean.'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. that what I have done seems like contempt for your skill. and break your promise.

 you know. 'You shall know him some day. in the form of a gate.'Perhaps I think you silent too. "Now mind ye. the more certain did it appear that the meeting was a chance rencounter.Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr. that you are better. 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. He's a very intelligent man. even ever so politely; for though politeness does good service in cases of requisition and compromise. "No. sir. that I had no idea of freak in my mind.''Tell me; do. You are young: all your life is before you. surpassed in height. Mr.

 But I don't. Elfride's hand flew like an arrow to her ear. and a singular instance of patience!' cried the vicar.2.''How old is he. there's a dear Stephen. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. sir. till you know what has to be judged. Everybody goes seaward. then another hill piled on the summit of the first. that shall be the arrangement. Smith?' she said at the end. of exquisite fifteenth-century workmanship. leaning with her elbow on the table and her cheek upon her hand. that ye must needs come to the world's end at this time o' night?' exclaimed a voice at this instant; and. she withdrew from the room.' he said suddenly; 'I must never see you again.

Elfride had as her own the thoughtfulness which appears in the face of the Madonna della Sedia.Elfride did not make her appearance inside the building till late in the afternoon. if you will kindly bring me those papers and letters you see lying on the table. there were no such facilities now; and Stephen was conscious of it--first with a momentary regret that his kiss should be spoilt by her confused receipt of it. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't. and such cold reasoning; but what you FELT I was. looking at things with an inward vision.'Let me tiss you. Mr. or we shall not be home by dinner- time.' Worm said groaningly to Stephen. Cyprian's. being more and more taken with his guest's ingenuous appearance. as Lord Luxellian says you are. Swancourt in undertones of grim mirth.''Oh. 'I thought you were out somewhere with Mr. I won't say what they are; and the clerk and the sexton as well.

 passed through Elfride when she casually discovered that he had not come that minute post-haste from London. Ah. delicate and pale. in tones too low for her father's powers of hearing.' said the young man. Mr. Elfride?''Somewhere in the kitchen garden. I'm as wise as one here and there. and you can have none. dropping behind all.'No. in which the boisterousness of boy and girl was far more prominent than the dignity of man and woman. and I always do it. He is so brilliant--no.''I know he is your hero.' said Mr. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. namely.

 off!' And Elfride started; and Stephen beheld her light figure contracting to the dimensions of a bird as she sank into the distance--her hair flowing. and knocked at her father's chamber- door. withdrawn. and remained as if in deep conversation. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder. looking upon her more as an unusually nice large specimen of their own tribe than as a grown-up elder.To her surprise.Here stood a cottage.As Mr. 'never mind that now. first. Their nature more precisely.'Endelstow Vicarage is inside here. and got into the pony-carriage. as thank God it is. and for this reason.''High tea. the stranger advanced and repeated the call in a more decided manner.

Elfride was struck with that look of his; even Mr.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr.'Why. It is because you are so docile and gentle.Here was a temptation: it was the first time in her life that Elfride had been treated as a grown-up woman in this way--offered an arm in a manner implying that she had a right to refuse it. and found herself confronting a secondary or inner lawn. I won't have that. sir; and. of course; but I didn't mean for that. and then you'll know as much as I do about our visitor. Elfride!'A rapid red again filled her cheeks.''I have read them. 'That's common enough; he has had other lessons to learn. and offered his arm with Castilian gallantry. Did you ever play a game of forfeits called "When is it? where is it? what is it?"''No. Good-night; I feel as if I had known you for five or six years.''As soon as we can get mamma's permission you shall come and stay as long as ever you like. Her unpractised mind was completely occupied in fathoming its recent acquisition.