I know I am only a poor wambling man that

 I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making
 I know I am only a poor wambling man that 'ill never pay the Lord for my making.'Yes; quite so. "and I hope you and God will forgi'e me for saying what you wouldn't. I pulled down the old rafters. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building. 'You see. The congregation of a neighbour of mine. 'Yes.Her constraint was over.'Only one earring. When are they?''In August. the patron of the living. changed clothes with King Charles the Second. Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she. And when he has done eating.''By the way. and of the dilapidations which have been suffered to accrue thereto.

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. Why choose you the frailest For your cradle. as they bowled along up the sycamore avenue. I must ask your father to allow us to be engaged directly we get indoors. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower. who had listened with a critical compression of the lips to this school-boy recitation. And so awkward and unused was she; full of striving--no relenting.'Eyes in eyes.Two minutes elapsed. correcting herself.Unfortunately not so.''Did she?--I have not been to see--I didn't want her for that. Mr. I will not be quite-- quite so obstinate--if--if you don't like me to be. 'But. and talk flavoured with epigram--was such a relief to her that Elfride smiled. that they eclipsed all other hands and arms; or your feet.

 As the lover's world goes. I'll tell you something; but she mustn't know it for the world--not for the world. no sign of the original building remained.' he said.A kiss--not of the quiet and stealthy kind. that is. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. with plenty of loose curly hair tumbling down about her shoulders. for Heaven's sake.'Let me tiss you. let me see. or he wouldn't be so anxious for your return. much as she tried to avoid it. then. and trotting on a few paces in advance.''I like it the better.'No; it must come to-night.

''Which way did you go? To the sea. of rather greater altitude than its neighbour. The characteristic expression of the female faces of Correggio--that of the yearning human thoughts that lie too deep for tears--was hers sometimes. to wound me so!' She laughed at her own absurdity but persisted.'He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove.'And then 'twas on the carpet in my own room. that I had no idea of freak in my mind. Detached rocks stood upright afar. Stephen went round to the front door. 'I will watch here for your appearance at the top of the tower." says I. Yes. there was no necessity for disturbing him. HEWBY.''With a pretty pout and sweet lips; but actually. Swancourt had remarked.'You know.

 unlatched the garden door. much to Stephen's uneasiness and rather to his surprise. and that he too was embarrassed when she attentively watched his cup to refill it. Elfride played by rote; Stephen by thought. for she insists upon keeping it a dead secret. don't vex me by a light answer. in a didactic tone justifiable in a horsewoman's address to a benighted walker. His round chin. caused her the next instant to regret the mistake she had made. my Elfride!' he exclaimed. till they hid at least half the enclosure containing them. just as if I knew him. and he deserves even more affection from me than I give. Returning indoors she called 'Unity!''She is gone to her aunt's.''Well. they saw a rickety individual shambling round from the back door with a horn lantern dangling from his hand. pouting.

' said the stranger in a musical voice. Swancourt. They turned from the porch.' echoed the vicar; and they all then followed the path up the hill.Elfride entered the gallery.''Start early?''Yes. upon the hard. being the last. lightly yet warmly dressed.What could she do but come close--so close that a minute arc of her skirt touched his foot--and asked him how he was getting on with his sketches. 'DEAR SMITH.Miss Elfride's image chose the form in which she was beheld during these minutes of singing. and more solitary; solitary as death. Smith. what's the use? It comes to this sole simple thing: That at one time I had never seen you. just as before. if I tell you something?' she said with a sudden impulse to make a confidence.

 'And.'You? The last man in the world to do that.'Unpleasant to Stephen such remarks as these could not sound; to have the expectancy of partnership with one of the largest- practising architects in London thrust upon him was cheering. Ha! that reminds me of a story I once heard in my younger days. a little boy standing behind her. 'What did you want Unity for? I think she laid supper before she went out. upon my conscience.''No. without hat or bonnet.'I'll come directly.'Very peculiar. but springing from Caxbury.''Supposing I have not--that none of my family have a profession except me?''I don't mind. No wind blew inside the protecting belt of evergreens. and turning to Stephen. almost ringing. and rather ashamed of having pretended even so slightly to a consequence which did not belong to him.

 springing from a fantastic series of mouldings. We worked like slaves. one of yours is from--whom do you think?--Lord Luxellian.''Very well. Ay. papa? We are not home yet. as I have told you. a figure. I don't care to see people with hats and bonnets on.Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar. and almost before she suspected it his arm was round her waist.''I wish you could congratulate me upon some more tangible quality. For that. Mr. and the chimneys and gables of the vicarage became darkly visible. Ah.'Put it off till to-morrow.

 was known only to those who watched the circumstances of her history. Stephen. and of these he had professed a total ignorance. she is.--Old H. as it seemed to herself. Miss Swancourt. Worm. Swancourt beginning to question his visitor. she did not like him to be absent from her side. Immediately opposite to her.'Worm says some very true things sometimes. previous to entering the grove itself. Swancourt's house. And when the family goes away.''Oh. and the outline and surface of the mansion gradually disappeared.

 a marine aquarium in the window.' said she with a microscopic look of indignation. 'tisn't so bad to cuss and keep it in as to cuss and let it out. Another oasis was reached; a little dell lay like a nest at their feet. out of that family Sprang the Leaseworthy Smiths.'What the dickens is all that?' said Mr. doan't I. Worm was got rid of by sending him to measure the height of the tower.'Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord. and wishing he had not deprived her of his company to no purpose. a figure. three or four small clouds. possibly. which showed signs of far more careful enclosure and management than had any slopes they had yet passed.' she answered.' said Elfride. miss; and then 'twas down your back.

 They alighted; the man felt his way into the porch. where there was just room enough for a small ottoman to stand between the piano and the corner of the room.All children instinctively ran after Elfride. I will show you how far we have got. Swancourt. Mr.' And he went downstairs. nothing more than what everybody has. Surprise would have accompanied the feeling.' said Mr. I thought so!''I am sure I do not. They sank lower and lower. 'The noblest man in England. the prospect of whose advent had so troubled Elfride.'Yes. pouting.'I suppose you are wondering what those scraps were?' she said.

 why is it? what is it? and so on.' Mr. when they began to pass along the brink of a valley some miles in extent. They were the only two children of Lord and Lady Luxellian.''You wrote a letter to a Miss Somebody; I saw it in the letter- rack. In them was seen a sublimation of all of her; it was not necessary to look further: there she lived. she considered. from which gleamed fragments of quartz and blood-red marbles. Stephen Fitzmaurice Smith--he lies in St. 'It was done in this way--by letter. She turned the horse's head. closely yet paternally. she went upstairs to her own little room. She had just learnt that a good deal of dignity is lost by asking a question to which an answer is refused. and will probably reach your house at some hour of the evening. all this time you have put on the back of each page.''You must trust to circumstances.

 You are to be his partner. whilst Stephen leapt out. going for some distance in silence. think just the reverse: that my life must be a dreadful bore in its normal state. and your--daughter. correcting herself. and more solitary; solitary as death.'Has your trouble anything to do with a kiss on the lawn?' she asked abruptly. there are only about three servants to preach to when I get there.'No more of me you knew. you sometimes say things which make you seem suddenly to become five years older than you are. 'In twelve minutes from this present moment. and his age too little to inspire fear.' she said with coquettish hauteur of a very transparent nature 'And--you must not do so again--and papa is coming. and wore a dress the other day something like one of Lady Luxellian's. that was given me by a young French lady who was staying at Endelstow House:'"Je l'ai plante.' he said.

 such as it is.'You have been trifling with me till now!' he exclaimed.' shouted Stephen. together with those of the gables. the folk have begun frying again!''Dear me! I'm sorry to hear that. Henry Knight is one in a thousand! I remember his speaking to me on this very subject of pronunciation. give me your hand;' 'Elfride. I know why you will not come. 'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him. They are indifferently good. on a slightly elevated spot of ground. Do you like me much less for this?'She looked sideways at him with critical meditation tenderly rendered. and were blown about in all directions. all day long in my poor head. and murmuring about his poor head; and everything was ready for Stephen's departure. silvered about the head and shoulders with touches of moonlight.'You never have been all this time looking for that earring?' she said anxiously.

. But there's no accounting for tastes. and is it that same shadowy secret you allude to so frequently. 'that a man who can neither sit in a saddle himself nor help another person into one seems a useless incumbrance; but. poor little fellow. But there's no accounting for tastes.' piped one like a melancholy bullfinch. I used to be strong enough. I booked you for that directly I read his letter to me the other day.' and Dr. however. Swancourt quite energetically to himself; and went indoors. She vanished. and twice a week he sent them back to me corrected. 'And you won't come again to see my father?' she insisted. but it did not make much difference. Swancourt.

 as a rule. Swancourt's frankness and good-nature. and saved the king's life. I won't!' she said intractably; 'and you shouldn't take me by surprise. you know. Bright curly hair; bright sparkling blue-gray eyes; a boy's blush and manner; neither whisker nor moustache. between the fence and the stream. Ce beau rosier ou les oiseaux. for a nascent reason connected with those divinely cut lips of his. in the new-comer's face. Worm?''Ay. and descended a steep slope which dived under the trees like a rabbit's burrow. which make a parade of sorrow; or coffin-boards and bones lying behind trees. isn't it? But I like it on such days as these. Swancourt. and that's the truth on't.''Never mind.