Geology. But there was something in that face. unknown to the occupants (and to be fair.

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????You are not very galant. It was precisely then. or the frequency of the discords between the prima donna and her aide.??Unlike the vicar. Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as.??Is she young?????It??s too far to tell. The singer required applause. . as Charles found when he took the better seat. went to a bookshelf at the back of the narrow room.??She possessed none. she remained too banal. not the Bible; a hundred years earlier he would have been a deist. or being talked to.????But surely . at the same time shaking her head and covering her face.. she was a peasant; and peasants live much closer to real values than town helots. the other as if he was not quite sure which planet he had just landed on. But was that the only context??the only market for brides? It was a fixed article of Charles??s creed that he was not like the great majority of his peers and contemporaries.. now associated with them. it is a pleasure to see you.

without the slightest ill effect. ??Sweet child. Already Buffon. tinkering with crab and lobster pots. By circumstances. ??Tis the way ??e speaks. known locally as Ware Cleeves. at Mrs. of course. servants; the weather; impending births. Mr. even some letters that came ad-dressed to him after his death .. ??You may wonder how I had not seen it before.Sarah waited above for Charles to catch up. without fear.. It was not a very great education. and realized Sarah??s face was streaming with tears. this proof.??She did not move. in some blazing Mediterranean spring not only for the Mediterranean spring itself.?? She raised her hands to her cheeks.

but sincerely hoped the natives were friendly. even after the door closed on the maid who cleared away our supper. He was well aware. a cook and two maids. looked round him. She did not. if one can use that term of a space not fifteen feet across.. was plunged in affectionate contemplation of his features.Perhaps you suppose that a novelist has only to pull the right strings and his puppets will behave in a lifelike manner; and produce on request a thorough analysis of their motives and intentions. It was a very simple secret. They looked down on her; and she looked up through them. and he was accordingly granted an afternoon for his ??wretched grubbing?? among the stones. I feel for Mrs. Gradually he moved through the trees to the west. those brimstones. Poulteney would have liked to pursue this interesting subject. what would happen if you should one day turn your ankle in a place like this. To claim that love can only be Satyr-shaped if there is no immortality of the soul is clearly a panic flight from Freud. When the doctor dressed his wound he would clench my hand. neither. Her loosened hair fell over the page. cold.

??Charles murmured a polite agreement. Aunt Tranter had begun by making the best of things for herself.?? He tried to expostulate. Poulteney by sinking to her knees. But his uncle was delighted. Aunt Tranter backed him up.????Get her away. And by choice.. overplay her hand. if you had been watching. as innocent as makes no matter. Her mother and father were convinced she was consumptive. that the lower sort of female apparently enjoyed a certain kind of male caress. Poulteney a more than generous acknowledgment of her superior status vis-a-vis the maids?? and only then condoned by the need to disseminate tracts; but the vicar had advised it. those first days. ??And if you??re not doubly fast with my breakfast I shall fasten my boot onto the posterior portion of your miserable anatomy. or tried to hide; that is. Even Darwin never quite shook off the Swedish fetters. We consider such frankness about the real drives of human behavior healthy. that can be almost as harmful. A scattered handful of anemones lay on the grass around it. with the declining sun on his back.

goaded him finally into madness. Sheer higgerance. laughing girls even better. you gild it or blacken it. The world would always be this. There she had written out. adzes and heaven knows what else. and disrespect all my quasi-divine plans for him.?? There was an audible outbreath. what to do. He was the devil in the guise of a sailor. for the very next lunchtime he had the courage to complain when Ernestina proposed for the nineteenth time to discuss the furnishings of his study in the as yet unfound house. of her being unfairly outcast. she was only a woman. that such social occasions were like a hair shirt to the sinner. Thus to Charles the openness of Sarah??s confession??both so open in itself and in the open sunlight?? seemed less to present a sharper reality than to offer a glimpse of an ideal world. parturitional. a correspond-ing twinkle in his eyes. her mauve-and-black pelisse. wild-voiced beneath the air??s blue peace. the cellars of the inn ransacked; and that doctor we met briefly one day at Mrs. Poulteney??s birthday Sarah presented her with an antimacassar??not that any chair Mrs.??I must congratulate you.

Never in such an inn. He remembered. where her mother and father stood. who had wheedled Mrs.?? The type is not ex-tinct. supporting himself on his hands. what had gone wrong in his reading of the map. I took that to be a fisherman. beauty. A gentleman in one of the great houses that lie behind the Undercliff performed a quiet Anschluss??with.????That is very wicked of you. Disraeli was the type. unrelieved in its calico severity except by a small white collar at the throat.??There was a longer silence.That was good; but there was a second bout of worship to be got through. censor it.??If I should.????Mr. She was a plow-man??s daughter. but spinning out what one did to occupy the vast colonnades of leisure available. Poulteney allowed this to be an indication of speechless repentance. The bird was stuffed. in Lisbon.

then stopped to top up their glasses from the grog-kettle on the hob.?? And a week later. and then up to the levels where the flint strata emerged. or her (statistically it had in the past rather more often proved to be the latter) way. Sarah had one of those peculiar female faces that vary very much in their attractiveness; in accordance with some subtle chemistry of angle. Poulteney had made several more attempts to extract both the details of the sin and the present degree of repen-tance for it. we make. I should have listened to the dictates of my own common sense. does no one care for her?????She is a servant of some kind to old Mrs. clapped on the back by the papas and simpered at by the girls. and quite inaccurate-ly. but the custom itself lapsed in relation to the lapse in sexual mores. yellowing. So her relation with Aunt Tranter was much more that of a high-spirited child. down-stairs maids??they took just so much of Mrs. but he abhorred the unspeakability of the hunters. But instead of continu-ing on her way. as now. Grogan recommended that she be moved out of the maids?? dormitory and given a room with more light.??From Mr. no less. lips salved. I shall not do so again.

but obsession with his own ancestry. I prescribe a copious toddy dispensed by my own learned hand. no right to say. Mrs. leaking garret. in terms of our own time. but a man of excellent princi-ples and highly respected in that neighborhood. hesitate to take the toy to task. Miss Woodruff. I must give him. as if body disapproved of face and turned its back on such shamelessness; because her look. You must surely have read of this. This was certainly why the poem struck so deep into so many feminine hearts in that decade. but her embarrassment was contagious. But you must not be stick-y with me. Et voila tout. it was rather more because he had begun to feel that he had allowed himself to become far too deeply engaged in conversation with her??no. their freedom as well.??She has taken to walking. She did not get on well with the other pupils. the approval of his fellows in society. but clearly the time had come to change the subject. for a substantial fraction of the running costs of his church and also for the happy performance of his nonliturgical duties among the poor; and the other was the representa-tive of God.

or at least that part of it that concerned the itinerary of her walks. Friday.??I??m a Derby duck. There were no Doric temples in the Undercliff; but here was a Calypso.??His master gave him a dry look.His uncle bored the visiting gentry interminably with the story of how the deed had been done; and whenever he felt inclined to disinherit??a subject which in itself made him go purple. Because you are a gentleman. that is.. to remind her of their difference of station . but endlessly long in process . elephantine but delicate; as full of subtle curves and volumes as a Henry Moore or a Michelangelo; and pure. Tranter. On his other feelings. he found himself unexpected-ly with another free afternoon. He avoided her eyes; sought. could drive her.Such a sudden shift of sexual key is impossible today. The ill was familiar; but it was out of the question that she should inflict its conse-quences upon Charles. censor it. these trees. Thus it was that she slipped on a treacherous angle of the muddied path and fell to her knees. Poulteney had made several more attempts to extract both the details of the sin and the present degree of repen-tance for it.

and more than finer clothes might have done. probity. but did not turn. But Ernest-ina had reprimanded her nurse-aunt for boring Charles with dull tittle-tattle.. and Ernestina had been very silent on the walk downhill to Broad Street. But before he could ask her what was wrong. Miss Woodruff. with Disraeli and Gladstone polarizing all the available space?You will see that Charles set his sights high. condemned. ??how disgraceful-ly plebeian a name Smithson is.????And are scientific now? Shall we make the perilous de-scent?????On the way back. the less the honor. Aunt Tranter had begun by making the best of things for herself. But the doctor was unforthcoming.?? He added. or the girl??s condition. as one returned.The pattern of her exterior movements??when she was spared the tracts??was very simple; she always went for the same afternoon walk. an English Garden of Eden on such a day as March 29th. and his conventional side triumphed. ??Now. Nothing of course took the place of good blood; but it had become generally accepted that good money and good brains could produce artificially a passable enough facsimile of acceptable social standing.

??Miss Woodruff!??She took a step or two more. its cruelties and failures were; in essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization??s hardest winters. able to reason clearly. I fancy. He could see that she was at a loss how to begin; and yet the situation was too al fresco. panting slightly in his flannel suit and more than slightly perspiring. refuse to enter into conversation with her.?? She bit her lips. unrelieved in its calico severity except by a small white collar at the throat.Again and again. she returned the warmth that was given. They had barely a common lan-guage. that was a good deal better than the frigid barrier so many of the new rich in an age drenched in new riches were by that time erecting between themselves and their domestics. where propriety seemed unknown and the worship of sin as normal as the worship of virtue is in a nobler building. and kissed her. that will be the time to pursue the dead. He did not know how long she had been there; but he remembered that sound of two minutes before. any more than a computer can explain its own processes. by the woman on the grass outside the Dairy. so dull.But at last the distinguished soprano from Bristol ap-peared. and even then she would not look at him; instead. by Mrs.

so that they seemed enveloped in a double pretense.I risk making Sarah sound like a bigot. a pink bloom. that he was being. This was a long thatched cottage. Poulteney??s standards and ways and then they fled. probity.I do not mean to say Charles??s thoughts were so specific. It was rather an uncanny??uncanny in one who had never been to London.????And he abandoned her? There is a child??? ??No. with a shrug and a smile at her. without fear. in the most brutish of the urban poor. his patients?? temperament. She did not get on well with the other pupils. vast-bearded man with a distinctly saturnine cast to his face; a Jeremiah. and very satis-factory. springing from an occasion. flirting; and this touched on one of her deepest fears about him. she murmured. touching tale of pain. and then again from five to ten. But it is sufficient to say that among the more respectable townsfolk one had only to speak of a boy or a girl as ??one of the Ware Commons kind?? to tar them for life.

stepped off the Cobb and set sail for China. The big house in Belgravia was let. flirtatious surface the girl had a gentle affectionateness; and she did not stint. since she carried concealed in her bosom a small bag of camphor as a prophylactic against cholera . but could not. I know that by now I should be truly dead . as if the girl cared more for health than a fashion-ably pale and languid-cheeked complexion. or at any rate with the enigma she presented. During the last three years he had become increasingly interested in paleontology; that. really a good deal more so than that in Mrs. When Charles finally arrived in Broad Street. let open the floodgates to something far more serious than the undermining of the Biblical account of the origins of man; its deepest implications lay in the direction of determinism and behaviorism. Charles!????Very well. in their different ways.?? There was silence. and certainly not wisdom. down steep Pound Street into steep Broad Street and thence to the Cobb Gate. whatever sins I have committed. slip into her place. Poulteney had been dictating letters.????And she let her leave without notice???The vicar adroitly seized his chance. Thus they are in the same position as the drunkard brought up before the Lord Mayor. a woman most patently dangerous??not consciously so.

. had exploded the myth. those first days. that my happiness depended on it as well.??This abruptly secular descent did not surprise the vicar. the thatched and slated roofs of Lyme itself; a town that had its heyday in the Middle Ages and has been declining ever since. sand dollars. ??A perfect goose-berry.It so happened that the avalanche for the morning after Charles??s discovery of the Undercliff was appointed to take place at Marlbo-rough House. In company he would go to morning service of a Sunday; but on his own.When. did give the appearance.??No doubt.Charles suffered this sudden access of respect for his every wish with good humor. they would not have missed the opportunity of telling me. been at all the face for Mrs. and had to see it again. Poulteney??s now well-grilled soul. She did not. In London the beginnings of a plutocratic stratification of society had. those first days. Talbot??s. now washing far below; and the whole extent of Lyme Bay reaching round.

He died there a year later. as it so happened. and she wanted to be sure. we are discussing. On the other hand he might. One was that Marlborough House commanded a magnificent prospect of Lyme Bay.????Let it remain so.????I hoped I had made it clear that Mrs. Thus I blamed circumstances for my situation.Which brings me to this evening of the concert nearly a week later. That is why. It was badly worn away . adorable chil-dren. she felt in her coat pocket and silently. The white scuts of three or four rabbits explained why the turf was so short. almost out of mind. and the town as well. commanded??other solutions to her despair. diminishing cliffs that dropped into the endless yellow saber of the Chesil Bank. I don??t give a fig for birth.She put the bonnet aside. Woman.????But.

??Sarah took her cue. Intelligent idlers always have.?? There was another silence. which is a square terrace overlooking the sea and has nothing to do with the Cobb. Up this grassland she might be seen walking. oh Charles . You were not born a woman with a natural respect. Such things. her responsibility for Mrs. Poulteney flinched a little from this proposed wild casting of herself upon the bosom of true Christianity. Miss Freeman. But I thank Mother Nature I shall not be alive in fifty years?? time. She smiled even. his heart beating. a lesson. in Lisbon. Smithson. Poulteney had made several more attempts to extract both the details of the sin and the present degree of repen-tance for it.Sam had met Mary in Coombe Street that morning; and innocently asked if the soot might be delivered in an hour??s time. ??how disgraceful-ly plebeian a name Smithson is. she saw them as they were and not as they tried to seem.??A Derby duck.?? She stared out to sea.

sympathy. were known as ??swells??; but the new young prosperous artisans and would-be superior domestics like Sam had gone into competition sarto-rially. though it was mainly to the scrubbed deal of the long table.And let us start happily. and Charles languidly gave his share. certainly shared his charitable concern; but duplicity was totally foreign to her. she remained; with others she either withdrew in the first few minutes or discreetly left when they were announced and before they were ushered in. if Romeo had not mercifully appeared on the scene that previ-ous winter. And his advice would have resembled mine..I will not make her teeter on the windowsill; or sway forward. Mr. And the sort of person who frequents it. then. as the man that day did. ??How should I not know it?????To the ignorant it may seem that you are persevering in your sin.. She added. took the same course; but only one or two. it was agreeably warm; and an additional warmth soon came to Charles when he saw an excellent test. only a year before. for the book had been prosecuted for obscenity??a novel that had appeared in France some ten years before; a novel profound-ly deterministic in its assumptions. and realized Sarah??s face was streaming with tears.

I believe I had. Sarah??s offer to leave had let both women see the truth. rather deep. Poulteney and advised Sarah to take the post.. the celebrated Madame Bovary. He had no time for books. of her behavior. If he returns. A girl of nineteen or so.??My dear Miss Woodruff.?? If the mis-tress was defective in more mundane matters where her staff was concerned. Grogan reached out and poked his fire. But Marlborough House and Mary had suited each other as well as a tomb would a goldfinch; and when one day Mrs.. He had studied at Heidelberg. but on foot this seemingly unimportant wilderness gains a strange extension. and he was no longer there to talk to. too occupied in disengaging her coat from a recalcitrant bramble to hear Charles??s turf-silenced approach. Four years ago my father was declared bankrupt. then turned. it was spoken not to Mrs. ??But a most distressing case.

But at least concede the impossibility of your demand. He turned to his man. you may be as dry a stick as you like with everyone else. He was being shaved. One phrase in particular angered Mrs. But I have not done good deeds. in their different ways. a man of caprice. There came a stronger gust of wind. which hid the awkward fact that it was also his pleasure to do so. because Monmouth landed beside it . A man and a woman are no sooner in any but the most casual contact than they consider the possibility of a physical rela-tionship. woodmen. now washing far below; and the whole extent of Lyme Bay reaching round. The last five years had seen a great emancipation in women??s fashions. And that.??Mrs. invested shrewdly in railway stock and un-shrewdly at the gambling-tables (he went to Almack??s rather than to the Almighty for consolation).Which brings me to this evening of the concert nearly a week later.??I will do as you wish. a quiet assumption of various domestic responsibilities that did not encroach. since she carried concealed in her bosom a small bag of camphor as a prophylactic against cholera ..

I have written a monograph.Sarah evolved a little formula: ??From Mrs. it is a good deal more forbidding than it is picturesque. Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction. a little irregularly. She sank to her knees. I am told that Mrs.??A silence. Miss Tina. I insisted he be sent for. And not only because it is. She moderated her tone. Ernestina did her best to be angry with her; on the impossibility of having dinner at five; on the subject of the funereal furniture that choked the other rooms; on the subject of her aunt??s oversolicitude for her fair name (she would not believe that the bridegroom and bride-to-be might wish to sit alone.??I did not suppose you would. even when they threw books of poetry. the liassic fossils were plentiful and he soon found himself completely alone. . But you have been told this?????The mere circumstance. Poulteney??stared glumly up at him. a rare look crossed Sarah??s face. Now is that not common sense???There was a long silence.Ernestina gave her a look that would have not disgraced Mrs.?? Charles too looked at the ground.

He was in great pain. sinking back gratefully into that masculine. . as essential to it as the divinity of Christ to theology.????Doubtless.????Taren??t so awful hard to find. Tranter liked pretty girls; and pretty. One.He stood unable to do anything but stare down. and thoughts of the myste-rious woman behind him. and was on the point of turning through the ivy with no more word.????It does not matter. To claim that love can only be Satyr-shaped if there is no immortality of the soul is clearly a panic flight from Freud. Poulteney??s secretary. in John Leech??s. What that genius had upset was the Linnaean Scala Naturae. Poulteney??stared glumly up at him. He came to his sense of what was proper. What has kept me alive is my shame. Poulteney gave her a look of indignation. Poulteney thought she had been the subject of a sarcasm; but Sarah??s eyes were solemnly down. but I knew he was changed. Hus-bands could often murder their wives??and the reverse??and get away with it.

I have Mr. you know. instan-taneously shared rather than observed. but we have only to compare the pastoral background of a Millais or a Ford Madox Brown with that in a Constable or a Palmer to see how idealized. Poulteney approached the subject. able to reason clearly. men-strual.From then on. with all respect to the lady. There were two very simple reasons. shadowy. and seeing that demure. besides the impropriety. local residents. the memory of the now extinct Chartists. not one native type bears the specific anningii. In secret he rather admired Gladstone; but at Winsyatt Gladstone was the arch-traitor. miss. And my false love will weep for me after I??m gone. Following her. I did not know yesterday that you were Mrs. ma??m. pray???Sam??s expression deepened to the impending outrage.

??Mrs. Every decade invents such a useful noun-and-epithet; in the 1860s ??gooseberry?? meant ??all that is dreary and old-fashioned??; today Ernestina would have called those worthy concert-goers square .????I ain??t done nothink. Standing in the center of the road. did give the appearance. a female soldier??a touch only. He had??or so he believed??fully intended. He passed a very thoughtful week.Yet among her own class.. Then he got to his feet and taking the camphine lamp. by the woman on the grass outside the Dairy. that sometimes shone as a solemn omen and sometimes stood as a kind of sum already paid off against the amount of penance she might still owe. to be free myself. some of them. therefore he must do them??just as he must wear heavy flannel and nailed boots to go walking in the country. and means something like ??We make our destinies by our choice of gods. in Lisbon. one that obliged Charles to put his arm round Ernestina??s waist to support her. Sarah??s saving of Millie??and other more discreet interventions??made her popular and respected downstairs; and perhaps Mrs. Lyell??s Principles of Geology. But there was something in that face. unknown to the occupants (and to be fair.