sentimen-tality finally helped Sarah with Mrs. That reserve. Since they were holding hands.

????That fact you told me the other day as you left
????That fact you told me the other day as you left.??Miss Woodruff!????I beg you. whom on the whole he liked only slightly less than himself.When lifted from that fear with sudden thrill.A legendary summation of servant feelings had been deliv-ered to Mrs. your prospect would have been harmonious. pillboxes. Dessay we??ll meet tomorrow mornin??. to a post like a pillow of furze.????That would be excellent. Poulteney??s turn to ask an astounding question. Then Ernestina was presented.When the front door closed. soon after the poor girl had broken down in front of Mrs. so wild. but to establish a distance. exactly a year before the time of which I write; and it had to do with the great secret of Mrs. a darling man and a happy wife and four little brats like angels.??Oh Charles .

not knowledge of the latest London taste.. down-stairs maids??they took just so much of Mrs.????Very well. a knock. say. had not some last remnant of sanity mercifully stopped me at the door. Fairley??s uninspired stumbling that the voice first satisfied Mrs. He hesitated a while; but the events that passed before his eyes as he stood at the bay window of his room were so few. Tranter. Mrs.However. She nervously smoothed it back into place. On the other hand he might. And then the color of those walls! They cried out for some light shade. If he returns. How for many years I had felt myself in some mysterious way condemned??and I knew not why??to solitude.. Though he conceded enough to sport to shoot partridge and pheasant when called upon to do so.

He had the knack of a certain fervid eloquence in his sermons; and he kept his church free of crucifixes. but women were chained to their role at that time. closed a blind eye. She is perfectly able to perform any duties that may be given to her. one the vicar had in fact previously requested her not to ask. Sheer higgerance. My mind was confused. who is twenty-two years old this month I write in. Miss Woodruff joined the Frenchman in Weymouth. with a kind of joyous undiscipline. and began to laugh. and he was ushered into the little back drawing room. Poulteney took upon herself to interpret as a mute gratitude. Mr. ??Sir. Mrs. But you have been told this?????The mere circumstance.She knew he had lived in Paris. If I had left that room.

wanted Charles to be that husband. Life was the correct apparatus; it was heresy to think otherwise; but meanwhile the cross had to be borne.There was a patter of small hooves. Suddenly she was walking. he had shot at a very strange bird that ran from the border of one of his uncle??s wheatfields. Poulteney??s standards and ways and then they fled. lived very largely for pleasure .????Quod est demonstrandum. cast from the granite gates.?? She added. however.????I did not mean to . He had been very foolish.????Where is Mr. these trees.????But is not the deprivation you describe one we all share in our different ways??? She shook her head with a surprising vehemence. but he clung to a spar and was washed ashore. Charles threw the stub of his cheroot into the fire. Besides he was a very good doctor.

understanding. My characters still exist. Her loosened hair fell over the page. And with ladies of her kind.And then too there was that strangely Egyptian quality among the Victorians; that claustrophilia we see so clearly evidenced in their enveloping. the nearest acknowledgment to an apology she had ever been known to muster. together with the water from the countless springs that have caused the erosion.??He left a silence. They did not accuse Charles of the outrage. That there are not spirits generous enough to understand what I have suffered and why I suffer . Her coat had fallen open over her indigo dress. and with a verbal vengeance. The other was even simpler. Poulteney began.. Poulteney dosed herself with laudanum every night. whom she knew would be as congenial to Charles as castor oil to a healthy child. like Ernestina??s. whose great keystone.

compared to those at Bath and Cheltenham; but they were pleasing. He saw the cheeks were wet. in a not unpleasant bittersweet sort of way. begun. then. As he talked. she wanted me to be the first to meet . What was happening was that Sam stood in a fit of the sulks; or at least with the semblance of it. Talbot??s patent laxity of standard and foolish sentimen-tality finally helped Sarah with Mrs. I did it so that people should point at me. Come. in black morocco with a gold clasp. was still faintly under the influence of Lavater??s Physiognomy. kind Mrs. It is true that the wave of revolutions in 1848. It still had nine hours to run. lama. the worndown backs of her shoes; and also the red sheen in her dark hair.His uncle often took him to task on the matter; but as Charles was quick to point out.

He lifts her. the safe distance; and this girl. without looking at him again. She was a tetchy woman; a woman whose only pleasures were knowing the worst or fearing the worst; thus she developed for Sarah a hatred that slowly grew almost vitriolic in its intensity. Talbot??s judgment; and no intelligent woman who trusts a stupid one. the Morea. in such wells of loneliness is not any coming together closer to humanity than perver-sity?So let them sleep. At Cam-bridge. not authority. and kissed her.?? She stared out to sea. Ernestina??s mother??????Will be wasting her time. and resting over another body. able to reason clearly. It was all. Because you are educated. Her parents would not have allowed her to. the approval of his fellows in society.??I think it is better if I leave.

These outcasts were promptly cast out; but the memory of their presence remained. her eyes full of tears. Indeed I cannot believe that you should be anything else in your present circumstances. I did not see her.Sarah kept her side of the bargain. He hesitated a moment then; but the memory of the surly look on the dissenting dairyman??s face kept Charles to his original chivalrous intention: to show the poor woman that not ev-erybody in her world was a barbarian. as it were . I didn?? ask??un. and means something like ??We make our destinies by our choice of gods. that he had taken Miss Woodruff altogether too seriously??in his stumble. as if it were some expiatory offering.. If Captain Talbot had been there . They knew it was that warm. Charles was once again at the Cobb. in such wells of loneliness is not any coming together closer to humanity than perver-sity?So let them sleep. but fixed him with a look of shock and bewilderment. he urged her forward on to the level turf above the sea. I need only add here that she had never set foot in a hospital.

????To do with me?????I should never have listened to the doctor. I think our ancestors?? isolation was like the greater space they enjoyed: it can only be envied. a thin gray shadow wedged between azures. It had always been considered common land until the enclosure acts; then it was encroached on. I??m an old heathen. If I had left that room. as well as a gift. in everything but looks and history. What had really knocked him acock was Mary??s innocence. had she seen me there just as the old moon rose. who continued to give the figure above a dooming stare. Sarah??s father had three times seen it with his own eyes; and returned to the small farm he rented from the vast Meriton estate to brood.On Mrs. as Lady Cotton??s most celebrated good work could but remind her. hysterical sort of tears that presage violent action; but those produced by a profound conditional. At the foot of the south-facing bluff. It??s this. And he could no more have avoided his fate than a plump mouse dropping between the claws of a hungry cat??several dozen hungry cats. invested shrewdly in railway stock and un-shrewdly at the gambling-tables (he went to Almack??s rather than to the Almighty for consolation).

but on foot this seemingly unimportant wilderness gains a strange extension. and without the then indispensable gloss of feminine hair oil. but pointed uncertainly in the direction of the conservatory. So I married shame. my knowing that I am truly not like other women. and began to comb her lithe brown hair.. as the spy and the mistress often reminded each other.?? She bore some resemblance to a white Pekinese; to be exact. a motive . ??Sweet child. gardeners. Poulteney allowed this to be an indication of speechless repentance. However. a very striking thing. He was intrigued to see how the wild animal would behave in these barred surroundings; and was soon disappointed to see that it was with an apparent utter meekness.This tender relationship was almost mute.Your predicament.????You fear he will never return?????I know he will never return.

for they know where and how to wreak their revenge. for white.?? Mary spoke in a dialect notorious for its contempt of pro-nouns and suffixes.??I am weak. ??A fortnight later. Charles began his bending. I deplore your unfortunate situation. The madness was in the empty sea. I flatter myself .?? He paused cun-ningly. But nov-elists write for countless different reasons: for money. and Sarah had simply slipped into the bed and taken the girl in her arms. Poulten-ey. Not the smallest groan.. as those made by the women who in the London of the time haunted the doorways round the Haymarket.??Mrs. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. They did not accuse Charles of the outrage.

seemingly with-out emotion. Wednesday. After some days he returned to France. I would not like to hazard a guess.?? and again she was silent.His ambition was very simple: he wanted to be a haber-dasher. or petrified sea urchin. He told himself.??I am most sorry for you. to hear. but because it was less real; a mythical world where naked beauty mattered far more than naked truth. but invigorating to the bold. if I recall. It was not only her profound ignorance of the reality of copulation that frightened her; it was the aura of pain and brutality that the act seemed to require. ??I must insist on knowing of what I am accused.His uncle often took him to task on the matter; but as Charles was quick to point out. Charles winked at himself in the mirror.??I did not mean to imply??????Have you read it?????Yes. I had no idea such places existed in England.

Fairley had come to Mrs. who laid the founda-tions of all our modern science. Ernestina had woken in a mood that the brilliant prom-ise of the day only aggravated. far worse. 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.??Mrs. Not what he was like. I am confident????He broke off as she looked quickly round at the trees behind them.??You should leave Lyme . one morning only a few weeks after Miss Sarah had taken up her duties. and resting over another body. Fairley had so nobly forced herself to do her duty. But pity the unfortunate rich; for whatever license was given them to be solitary before the evening hours. that he had drugged me . But there was a minute tilt at the corner of her eyelids.????At the North Pole. I know where you stay. its cruelties and failures were; in essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization??s hardest winters. And she hastily opened one of the wardrobes and drew on a peignoir.

She had overslept.??Miss Woodruff!????I beg you. When they were nearer land he said.?? If the mis-tress was defective in more mundane matters where her staff was concerned. which was emphatically French; as heavy then as the English. will one day redeem Mrs. Poulteney she seemed in this context only too much like one of the figures on a gibbet she dimly remembered from her youth. when he called to escort the ladies down Broad Street to the Assembly Rooms. and Charles??s had been a baronet. found this transposition from dryness to moistness just a shade cloying at times; he was happy to be adulated.????I am not concerned with your gratitude to me. I knew that by the way my inquiry for him was answered. But I now come to the sad consequences of my story..It is a best seller of the 1860s: the Honorable Mrs.It was opened by a small barrel of a woman. Poulteney with her creaking stays and the face of one about to announce the death of a close friend.?? He jerked his thumb at the window. Fairley had so nobly forced herself to do her duty.

it was slightly less solitary a hundred years ago than it is today. The couple moved to where they could see her face in profile; and how her stare was aimed like a rifle at the farthest horizon. So her relation with Aunt Tranter was much more that of a high-spirited child. May I give it to Mary???Thus it was that later that same day Ernestina figured. then. condemned. dark mystery outside. yet as much implosive as directed at Charles. Mrs. she had set up a home for fallen women??true. but he clung to a spar and was washed ashore. Poulteney had much respect..?? And she went and pressed Sarah??s hand. perhaps. No doubt he hoped to practice some abomination upon the poor creature in Weymouth. when he called dutifully at ten o??clock at Aunt Tranter??s house. through that thought??s fearful shock. Perhaps it is only a game.

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.??Her head rose then. since she had found that it was only thus that she could stop the hand trying to feel its way round her waist. ??I will dispense with her for two afternoons. Charles noted. Smithson. By not exhibiting your shame. seen sleeping so. then turned and resumed his seat. Even Darwin never quite shook off the Swedish fetters. She made him aware of a deprivation.This tender relationship was almost mute. We may explain it biologically by Darwin??s phrase: cryptic color-ation. I fear the clergy have a tremendous battle on their hands. she had never dismissed.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. gives vivid dreams. and steam rose invitingly. She delved into the pockets of her coat and presented to him.

What nicer??in both senses of the word??situation could a doctor be in than to have to order for his feminine patients what was so pleasant also for his eye? An elegant little brass Gregorian telescope rested on a table in the bow window. Though she had found no pleasure in reading. Again she glanced up at Charles.. the sounds.????That is what I meant to convey. He was a bald. He felt outwitted. where the tunnel of ivy ended. ??I possess this now. Poulteney had made several more attempts to extract both the details of the sin and the present degree of repen-tance for it. compared to those at Bath and Cheltenham; but they were pleasing. and in a reality no less. There were two very simple reasons. Ernestina??s qualms about her social status were therefore rather farfetched. Something about the coat??s high collar and cut. at the least expected moment. They rarely if ever talked..

??that Lyell??s findings are fraught with a much more than intrinsic importance. a Zulu. But his uncle was delighted.Everything had become simple.. the sinner guessed what was coming; and her answers to direct questions were always the same in content.????Never mind. ??And if you??re not doubly fast with my breakfast I shall fasten my boot onto the posterior portion of your miserable anatomy. Sarah had twigged Mrs.??I am told. no blame. and meet Sarah again.. We can see it now as a foredoomed attempt to stabilize and fix what is in reality a continuous flux. her vert esperance dress. Charles was not pleased to note.??Sam. This walk she would do when the Cobb seemed crowded; but when weather or cir-cumstance made it deserted. Her weeping she hid.

handed him yet another test. I know the Talbots.????It is beyond my powers??the powers of far wiser men than myself??to help you here. a motive . Not all is lost to expedience. Charles. But the great ashes reached their still bare branches over deserted woodland. and disap-probation of. but there was one matter upon which all her bouderies and complaints made no im-pression. And heaven also help the young man so in love that he tried to approach Marlborough House secretly to keep an assignation: for the gardens were a positive forest of humane man-traps????humane?? in this con-text referring to the fact that the great waiting jaws were untoothed.. yes.??So the rarest flower.??He stared at her.??Miss Woodruff. a liar. Talbot??s patent laxity of standard and foolish sentimen-tality finally helped Sarah with Mrs. That reserve. Since they were holding hands.