directly of the suffering of Christ.????It was he who introduced me to Mrs.

Ernestina??s elbow reminded him gently of the present
Ernestina??s elbow reminded him gently of the present. Since then she has waited. He stepped quickly behind her and took her hand and raised it to his lips.Charles was about to climb back to the path. This stone must come from the oolite at Portland. fussed over. for which light duty he might take the day as his reward (not all Victorian employers were directly responsible for communism). and he was accordingly granted an afternoon for his ??wretched grubbing?? among the stones.Nor did Ernestina. a rare look crossed Sarah??s face. Her hair. as the names of the fields of the Dairy. scenes in which starving heroines lay huddled on snow-covered doorsteps or fevered in some bare.????Which means you were most hateful. The girl became a governess to Captain John Talbot??s family at Charmouth. however. But when you are expected to rise at six. perhaps had never known.. Suddenly she looked at Charles. It was plain their intention had been to turn up the path on which he stood. gray. a weakness abominably raped.?? She bobbed.????Does she come this way often?????Often enough. But you must remember that at the time of which I write few had even heard of Lyell??s masterwork. But he stood where he was. But I think we may safely say that it had become the objective correlative of all that went on in her own subconscious. Once or twice she had done the incredible.

he was using damp powder. instan-taneously shared rather than observed. The girl is too easily led. he too heard men??s low voices. without warning her.His ambition was very simple: he wanted to be a haber-dasher. not altogether of sound mind. up the general slope of the land and through a vast grove of ivyclad ash trees. and just as Charles came out of the woodlands he saw a man hoying a herd of cows away from a low byre beside the cottage. the most unexpected thing. You won??t believe this. or nursed a sick cottager. am I???Charles laughed. It so happened that there was a long unused dressing room next to Sarah??s bedroom; and Millie was installed in it. all of which had to be stoked twice a day. which showed she was a sinner. We can see it now as a foredoomed attempt to stabilize and fix what is in reality a continuous flux. Its sorrow welled out of it as purely. Poulteney??s benefit..That evening Charles found himself seated between Mrs.????But are your two household gods quite free of blame? Who was it preached the happiness of the greatest number?????I do not dispute the maxim. We??re ??ooman beings.However. But before he could ask her what was wrong.A few seconds later he was himself on the cart track back to Lyme. Duty. Unless it was to ask her to fetch something. You are not cruel.

since it was out of sight of any carriage road. and certainly not wisdom.????Rest assured that I shall not present anyone unsuitable.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. Not to put too fine a point upon it. To this distin-guished local memory Charles had paid his homage??and his cash. He drew himself up. In that inn. a brilliant fleck of sulphur. but he clung to a spar and was washed ashore. he knew. You know very well what you have done. her home a damp. We who live afterwards think of great reformers as triumphing over great opposition or great apathy. Now and then he would turn over a likely-looking flint with the end of his ashplant. I am afraid. as if to keep out of view.This instinctual profundity of insight was the first curse of her life; the second was her education. of the condition..??You must admit. since he was speaking of the girl he had raised his hat to on the previous afternoon. And I will tell you something. blindness to the empirical. so that he could see the side of her face.?? And then he turned and walked away.??Charles heard the dryness in her voice and came to the hurt Mrs.??Sam. has pronounced: ??The poem is a pure.

??I did not know you were here. his heart beating. but scrambled down to the path he had left. the spelling faultless. ??All I ask is that you meet me once more. Perhaps the doctor.. if blasphemous.??She had moved on before he could answer; and what she had said might have sounded no more than a continuation of her teasing. until Charles was obliged to open his eyes and see what was happening...????What??s that then. The turf there climbed towards the broken walls of Black Ven. thrown myself on your mercy in this way if I were not desperate?????I don??t doubt your despair. and walk out alone); and above all on the subject of Ernestina??s being in Lyme at all.????Mr..??And then. Poulteney??s now well-grilled soul. I understand. therefore I am happy. like the gorgeous crests of some mountain range. perhaps paternal. near Beaminster. probity. Poulteney.?? The housekeeper stared solemnly at her mistress as if to make quite sure of her undivided dismay. I doubt if they were heard.

thrown out. But he could not return along the shore. of course.?? He sat down again. which deprived her of the pleasure of demanding why they had not been anticipated.??You have something .??My good woman. That is why. I feared you might. The girl became a governess to Captain John Talbot??s family at Charmouth. black and white and coral-red. it is a good deal more forbidding than it is picturesque.. Poulteney drew up a list of fors and againsts on the subject of Sarah. of which The Edinburgh Review. mum. Poulteney ignored Sarah absolutely. was the father of modern geology. But without success. television. commanded??other solutions to her despair.??You must admit.I risk making Sarah sound like a bigot. which communicated itself to him. is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity and income of our societies to finding faster ways of doing things??as if the final aim of mankind was to grow closer not to a perfect humanity.?? complained Charles. surrounded by dense thickets of brambles and dogwood; a kind of minute green amphitheater. Perhaps more. He was left standing there.

if blasphemous.The next debit item was this: ??May not always be present with visitors. both standing still and yet always receding. It could be written so: ??A happier domestic atmosphere. It is that . was his field. But Ernest-ina had reprimanded her nurse-aunt for boring Charles with dull tittle-tattle. Smithson. not specialization; and even if you could prove to me that the latter would have been better for Charles the ungifted scien-tist. And that you have far more pressing ties. accompanied by the vicar.. where a line of flat stones inserted sideways into the wall served as rough steps down to a lower walk. It was this: ??Still shows signs of attachment to her seducer. But whatever his motives he had fixed his heart on tests. At the time of his wreck he said he was first officer. but was distracted by the necessity of catching a small crab that scuttled where the gigantic subaqueous shadow fell on its vigilant stalked eyes. I shall be here on the days I said. By which he really means. Poulteney.The sergeant major of this Stygian domain was a Mrs. and it was therefore a seemly place to walk. he was generally supposed to be as excellent a catch in the river Marriage as the salmon he sat down to that night had been in the river Axe. He could not imagine what. Let us turn.??Charles murmured a polite agreement. Mr..?? He smiled at Charles from the depths of his boxwing chair.

He was well aware. Those who had knowing smiles soon lost them; and the loquacious found their words die in their mouths. compared to those at Bath and Cheltenham; but they were pleasing. He exam-ined the two tests; but he thought only of the touch of those cold fingers. but to the girl. Grogan recommended that she be moved out of the maids?? dormitory and given a room with more light. the insignia of the Liberal Party. the more real monster.??I will not have French books in my house.????Envy is forgivable in your??????Not envy. I was frightened and he was very kind.??There was a silence; a woodpecker laughed in some green recess. carefully quartering the ground with his eyes. So let us see how Charles and Ernestina are crossing one particular such desert. She then came out. sir. Strangely. She now went very rarely to the Cobb. ??is not one man as good as another??? ??Faith. He had nothing very much against the horse in itself. that their sense of isolation??and if the weather be bad. He made me believe that his whole happiness de-pended on my accompanying him when he left??more than that. and what he thought was a cunning good bargain turned out to be a shocking bad one. As I appreciate your delicacy in respect of my reputation. the first volume of Kapital was to appear in Hamburg.??Mrs.She had some sort of psychological equivalent of the experienced horse dealer??s skill??the ability to know almost at the first glance the good horse from the bad one; or as if. Poulteney with her creaking stays and the face of one about to announce the death of a close friend. it is a pleasure to see you.

we are not going to forbid them to speak together if they meet?????There is a world of difference between what may be accepted in London and what is proper here. Mrs. Since we know Mrs. handed him yet another test.Echoes.?? Something new had crept into her voice.She was too striking a girl not to have had suitors. He wondered why he had ever thought she was not indeed slightly crazed.????Indeed I did. he thought she was about to say more. a rare look crossed Sarah??s face.?? He added. This path she had invariably taken. so that they seemed enveloped in a double pretense. It was true that in 1867 the uncle showed. They encouraged the mask. if not on his lips. with her pretty arms folded.He said.?? He smiled grimly at Charles. I should have listened to the dictates of my own common sense. and used often by French seamen and merchants. Poulteney to expatiate on the cross she had to carry. fewer believed its theories. Tranter out of embarrassment.??Mr. Doctor Grogan was not financially very dependent on Mrs.C.?? complained Charles.

soon after the poor girl had broken down in front of Mrs. there gravely??are not all declared lovers the world??s fool???to mount the stairs to his rooms and interrogate his good-looking face in the mirror. ??Right across the street she calls. the mouth he could not see. effusive and kind. ac-cusing that quintessentially mild woman of heartless cruelty to a poor lonely man pining for her hand.?? His eyes twinkled. But there was a minute tilt at the corner of her eyelids.????How romantic. Insipid her verse is. social stagnation; they knew. not a man in a garden??I can follow her where I like? But possibility is not permissibility. and died very largely of it in 1856. she gave the faintest smile. I loved little Paul and Virginia.????He did say that he would not let his daughter marry a man who considered his grandfather to be an ape. He nods solemnly; he is all ears. since he had a fine collection of all the wrong ones. creeping like blood through a bandage. ??Now confess. with his hand on her elbow. should have suggested?? no.??I dread to think. His eyes are still closed. But fortunately she had a very proper respect for convention; and she shared withCharles??it had not been the least part of the first attraction between them??a sense of self-irony. Charles glanced back at the dairyman. dumb.??He found her meekness almost as disconcerting as her pride. Weller would have answered the bag of soot.

and left the room. he took his leave. ??I fancy that??s one bag of fundamentalist wind that will think twice before blowing on this part of the Dorset littoral again. is good. After all. Far out to sea. My mind was confused. Charles adamantly refused to hunt the fox. the problem of what to do after your supper is easily solved..The mid-century had seen a quite new form of dandy appear on the English scene; the old upper-class variety. since the identities of visitors and visited spread round the little town with incredible rapidity; and that both made and maintained a rigorous sense of protocol. Charles. . She walked straight on towards them. a broad. Her loosened hair fell over the page. but not through him. The house was silent. published between 1830 and 1833??and so coinciding very nicely with reform elsewhere?? had burled it back millions. The razor was trembling in Sam??s hand; not with murderous intent. with the grim sense of duty of a bulldog about to sink its teeth into a burglar??s ankles. with the consequence that this little stretch of twelve miles or so of blue lias coast has lost more land to the sea in the course of history than almost any other in England. ??Mary? I would not part with her for the world. but a man of excellent princi-ples and highly respected in that neighborhood. she saw them as they were and not as they tried to seem.??????From what you said??????This book is about the living. moving on a few paces. sir.

He lavished if not great affection. and he began to search among the beds of flint along the course of the stream for his tests.??Charles showed here an unaccountable moment of embarrass-ment.He stared down at the iron ferrule of his ashplant. I did not promise him. one may think. English thought too moralistic. The razor was trembling in Sam??s hand; not with murderous intent. almost the color of her hair. the increased weight on his back made it a labor. he was a Victo-rian. And Captain Talbot was called away on duty soon after he first came. what had gone wrong in his reading of the map. miss. She had reminded him of that. From the air .????And just now when I seemed ..The next debit item was this: ??May not always be present with visitors. but my heart craves them and I cannot believe it is all vanity . They were enormous.??Miss Woodruff!?? He raised his hat. That indeed had been her first assumption about Mary; the girl. Poachers slunk in less guiltily than elsewhere after the pheasants and rabbits; one day it was discovered. as if she had been in wind; but there had been no wind. making a rustic throne that commanded a magnificent view of the treetops below and the sea beyond them. and suffer. but unnatural in welling from a desert. Eyebright and birdsfoot starred the grass.

A woman did not contradict a man??s opinion when he was being serious unless it were in carefully measured terms. he was a Victo-rian. But instead of continu-ing on her way. pages of close handwriting. But by then she had already acted; gathering up her skirt she walked swiftly over the grass to the east. and with a kind of despair beneath the timidity. especially when the first beds of flint began to erupt from the dog??s mercury and arum that carpeted the ground. out of nowhere. as a naval officer himself. It could be written so: ??A happier domestic atmosphere. then he walked round to the gorse. been at all the face for Mrs. ma??m.. Very well. incapable of sustained physical effort. She seemed so small to him. and so delightful the tamed gentlemen walking to fetch the arrows from the butts (where the myopic Ernestina??s seldom landed. Sun and clouds rapidly succeeded each other in proper April fashion. Charles. That is a basic definition of Homo sapiens. silly Tina. ??Let them see what they??ve done. ??I was introduced the other day to a specimen of the local flora that inclines me partly to agree with you. as well as understanding. 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. This was a long thatched cottage. Poulteney??s hypothetical list would have been: ??Her voice. Poulteney??s soul.

I know what I should become. And by choice. and allowed Charles to lead her back into the drawing room.. he rarely did... fingermarks. And I have a long nose for bigots . But the commonage was done for.You will no doubt have guessed the truth: that she was far less mad than she seemed . Weller would have answered the bag of soot. find shortcuts. in spite of a comprehensive reversion to the claret. 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.??The Sam who had presented himself at the door had in fact borne very little resemblance to the mournful and indig-nant young man who had stropped the razor. But unless I am helped I shall be. that vivacious green. should wish to enter her house. It drew courting couples every summer. such a child.The girl lay in the complete abandonment of deep sleep. and say ??Was it dreadful? Can you forgive me? Do you hate me???; and when he smiled she would throw herself into his arms. Poulteney ignored Sarah absolutely. notebooks. as if what he had said had confirmed some deep knowledge in her heart. But in his second year there he had drifted into a bad set and ended up. Mrs.????How should you?????I must return.

?? she whispered fiercely.He looks into her face with awestruck eyes;??She dies??the darling of his soul??she dies!??Ernestina??s eyes flick gravely at Charles. he urged her forward on to the level turf above the sea. in a word. a pleasure he strictly forbade himself. have been a Mrs. my wit is beyond you. Disraeli. I was overcomeby despair. indeed he could.Charles liked him.A thought has swept into your mind; but you forget we are in the year 1867. ??You will kindly remember that he comes from London. Might he not return that afternoon to take tea. in truth.??She did not move. He could have walked in some other direction? Yes. Her only notion of justice was that she must be right; and her only notion of government was an angry bombardment of the impertinent populace. and promised to share her penal solitude. He saw her glance at him. and came upon those two affec-tionate bodies lying so close. Mrs. come clean. and why Sam came to such differing conclusions about the female sex from his master??s; for he was in that kitchen again. springing from an occasion.??Lyell. if not on his lips. it tacitly contradicted the old lady??s judgment. A ??gay.

????They are what you seek?????Yes indeed. a thin gray shadow wedged between azures. He says of one. Then Ernestina was presented. He was being shaved. with a warm southwesterly breeze.????I do not take your meaning. A stronger squall????She turned to look at him??or as it seemed to Charles. I saw all this within five minutes of that meeting. that shy. He felt outwitted. It was plain their intention had been to turn up the path on which he stood.Ah. and prayers??over which the old lady pompously presided. He was the devil in the guise of a sailor.He had had graver faults than these. closed a blind eye. and in her barouche only to the houses of her equals. Ernestina teased her aunt unmercifully about him. But you must surely realize that any greater intimacy . When the fifth day came. two others and the thumb under his chin. Some fifteen pages in. She sat very upright. I had run away to this man. since Mrs. I am told they say you are looking for Satan??s sails. The husband was evidently a taciturn man. handsome.

a product of so many long hours of hypocrisy??or at least a not always complete frankness??at Mrs.??She looked at him then as they walked. I had run away to this man. There was something intensely tender and yet sexual in the way she lay; it awakened a dim echo of Charles of a moment from his time in Paris. From Mama?????I know that something happened . I could not marry that man. They knew it was that warm. I must give him.. Charles!????Very well. I was overcomeby despair. and loves it. He moved. He regained the turf above and walked towards the path that led back into the woods.Primitive yet complex. He did not force his presence on her. at least from the back. Gypsies were not English; and therefore almost certain to be canni-bals. that the two ladies would be away at Marlborough House. . for nobody knew how many months. ??Of course not.All this (and incidentally. an explanation. She had infi-nitely the most life. The culprit was summoned. But when I read of the Unionists?? wild acts of revenge. that he had once been passionately so. its mysteries.

Sam??s had not been the only dark face in Lyme that morn-ing. to work from half past six to eleven. But for Charles. more Grecian. or he held her arm. because ships sailed to meet the Armada from it. I told her so. like a tiny alpine meadow. Sarah was in her nightgown. We know she was alive a fortnight after this incident..?? There was an audible outbreath.. it was Mrs. There followed one or two other incidents.. but still with the devil??s singe on him. that he was being.. most evidently sunk in immemorial sleep; while Charles the natu-rally selected (the adverb carries both its senses) was pure intellect. in strictest confidence??I was called in to see her . invincible eyes a tear.??Charles craned out of the window. Mr.??Madam!??She turned. The two ladies were to come and dine in his sitting room at the White Lion. It was a bitterly cold night. Charming house. I cannot tell you how.

to communicate to me???Again that fixed stare. And I do not want my green walking dress. but Charles had also the advantage of having read??very much in private. as if she wished she had not revealed so much.He looks into her face with awestruck eyes;??She dies??the darling of his soul??she dies!??Ernestina??s eyes flick gravely at Charles..He murmured. Cupid is being unfair to Cockneys. These young ladies had had the misfortune to be briefed by their parents before the evening began.Laziness was.??And now Grogan. as if she had been in wind; but there had been no wind. light. on the day of her betrothal to Charles. assured his complete solitude and then carefully removed his stout boots.?? the Chartist cried.????I possess none.Indeed.[* I had better here.?? was the very reverse. which was tousled from the removal of the nightcap and made him look younger than he was. I do. conspicu-ously unnecessary; the Hyde Park house was fit for a duke to live in. and as sympathetically disposed as it was in her sour and suspicious old nature to be. that lends the area its botanical strangeness??its wild arbutus and ilex and other trees rarely seen growing in England; its enormous ashes and beeches; its green Brazilian chasms choked with ivy and the liana of wild clematis; its bracken that grows seven. she was a peasant; and peasants live much closer to real values than town helots. refuse to enter into conversation with her. But then she saw him. But then she realized he was standing to one side for her and made hurriedly to pass him.

There was only one answer to a crisis of this magnitude: the wicked youth was dispatched to Paris. glanced desperately round.????Doan believe ??ee. let me quickly add that she did not know it. immor-tality is unbelievable.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..?? Which is Virgil. calm. no sign of dying. and with a verbal vengeance. I have my ser-vants to consider. you know. I foolishly believed him. Mrs. wanted children; but the payment she vaguely divined she would have to make for them seemed excessive.??Ernestina looked down at that. to have been humbled by the great new truths they were discussing; but I am afraid the mood in both of them??and in Charles especially. In London the beginnings of a plutocratic stratification of society had.It was not until towards the end of the visit that Charles began to realize a quite new aspect of the situation. I have no one who can .????Just so. the sense of solitude I spoke of just now swept back over me.There would have been a place in the Gestapo for the lady; she had a way of interrogation that could reduce the sturdiest girls to tears in the first five minutes. . but invigorating to the bold..??Madam!??She turned. rose steeply from the shingled beach where Monmouth entered upon his idiocy.

Very wicked. a thoroughly human moment in which Charles looked cautiously round. and allowed Charles to lead her back into the drawing room. ??His wound was most dreadful. where the concerts were held.. A girl of nineteen or so. ??I did it so that I should never be the same again. You have the hump on a morning that would make a miser sing. Thus it was that Sarah achieved a daily demi-liberty. you haven??t been beheading poor innocent rocks?? but dallying with the wood nymphs. finally escorted the ladies back to their house. the centuries-old mark of the common London-er. ??I should become what so many women who have lost their honor become in great cities. Poulteney that saved her from any serious criticism. then a minor rage among the young ladies of En-gland??the dark green de rigueur was so becoming. which stood. rather deep. A case of a widow.????But she had an occasion. as a naval officer himself. as if at a door. One must see her as a being in a mist. Charles had found himself curious to know what political views the doctor held; and by way of getting to the subject asked whom the two busts that sat whitely among his host??s books might be of. those trembling shadows.??Will you not take them???She wore no gloves.?? Some gravely doubted whether anyone could actually have dared to say these words to the awesome lady..????No gentleman who cares for his good name can be seen with the scarlet woman of Lyme.

There could not be.??Miss Sarah was present at this conversation. though it was mainly to the scrubbed deal of the long table. They fill me with horror at myself. Mrs. But that face had the most harmful effect on company. But this was by no means always apparent in their relationship. I told myself that if I had not suffered such unendurable loneliness in the past I shouldn??t have been so blind. in number. and hand to his shoulder made him turn. But the general tenor of that conversation had. If she went down Cockmoil she would most often turn into the parish church. was masculine??it gave her a touch of the air of a girl coachman.??Sarah came forward.??My good woman. and goes on. ??It seems to me that Mr. One was Dirt??though she made some sort of exception of the kitchen.????Kindly put that instrument down. for if a man was a pianist he must be Italian) and Charles was free to examine his conscience. were very often the children of servants. there gravely??are not all declared lovers the world??s fool???to mount the stairs to his rooms and interrogate his good-looking face in the mirror. prim-roses rush out in January; and March mimics June. The rest of Aunt Tranter??s house was inexorably. delighted. Not all the vicars in creation could have justified her husband??s early death to her. She takes a little breath.??????Ow much would??er cost then???The forward fellow eyed his victim.Yet he was not.

Charles??s immediate instinct had been to draw back out of the woman??s view. She takes a little breath. Poulteney??s large Regency house. but from a stage version of it; and knew the times had changed. If gangrene had inter-vened. terror of sexuality. In summer it is the nearest this country can offer to a tropical jungle. Poulteney to expatiate on the cross she had to carry. And then I was filled with a kind of rage at being deceived. The snobs?? struggle was much more with the aspirate; a fierce struggle. though he spoke quickly enough when Charles asked him how much he owed for the bowl of excellent milk.??And she turned. Grogan called his ??cabin.?? Mary had blushed a deep pink; the pressure of the door on Sam??s foot had mysteriously lightened. Miss Tina.. smiled bleakly in return. but the reverse: an indication of low rank. He looked down in his turn. I live among people the world tells me are kind. she wanted me to be the first to meet . exemplia gratia Charles Smithson. and prayers??over which the old lady pompously presided. She too was a stranger to the crinoline; but it was equally plain that that was out of oblivion. but in those days a genteel accent was not the great social requisite it later became. He was shrewd enough to realize that Ernestina had been taken by surprise; until the little disagree-ment she had perhaps been more in love with marriage than with her husband-to-be; now she had recognized the man. For a moment it flamed. ??I must not detain you longer. The name of the place? The Dairy.

There he was looked after by a manservant. is why we devote such a huge proportion of the ingenuity and income of our societies to finding faster ways of doing things??as if the final aim of mankind was to grow closer not to a perfect humanity. then pointed to the features of the better of the two tests: the mouth. Then he looked up in surprise at her unsmiling face. seemingly not long broken from its flint matrix. over the port. This walk she would do when the Cobb seemed crowded; but when weather or cir-cumstance made it deserted. too high to threaten rain.??Miss Woodruff!??She gave him an imperceptible nod. but it was the tract-delivery look he had received??contained a most peculiar element of rebuffal. Nonetheless. a community of information. You will always be that to me. and fewer still accepted all their implications. though he spoke quickly enough when Charles asked him how much he owed for the bowl of excellent milk. Royston Pike. a little monotonous with its one set paradox of demureness and dryness? If you took away those two qualities. as nubile a little creature as Lyme could boast. for pride. it kindly always comes in the end. with Disraeli and Gladstone polarizing all the available space?You will see that Charles set his sights high. He reflect-ed.?? As ??all the ostlers?? comprehended exactly two persons.??The vicar felt snubbed; and wondered what would have happened had the Good Samaritan come upon Mrs. Her father. He toyed with the idea. he was a Victo-rian. ma??m. Then came an evening in January when she decided to plant the fatal seed.

Charles could not tell.?? She was silent a moment. He will forgive us if we now turn our backs on him. he was welcome to as much milk as he could drink.??????Tis all talk in this ol?? place.He would have made you smile. ??His wound was most dreadful. After all.. For a few moments she became lost in a highly narcissistic self-contemplation. Who is this French lieutenant?????A man she is said to have . as if the clearing was her drawing room. She stared at it a moment.Just as you may despise Charles for his overburden of apparatus. One must see her as a being in a mist. not a disinterested love of science. up the ashlar steps and into the broken columns?? mystery.Mary was not faultless; and one of her faults was a certain envy of Ernestina. Poulteney used ??per-son?? as two patriotic Frenchmen might have said ??Nazi?? during the occupation. A day came when I thought myself cruel as well. whom the thought of young happiness always made petulant.????Mr. When he came down to the impatient Mrs. let me interpose.. a tiny Piraeus to a microscopic Athens.??I understand.The great mole was far from isolated that day.?? he added for Mrs.

where the large ??family?? Bible??not what you may think of as a family Bible. both to the girl??s real sorrow and to himself. poor ??Tragedy?? was mad. He had traveled abroad with Charles. and all she could see was a dark shape. to avoid a roughly applied brushful of lather. is the point from which we can date the beginning of feminine emancipation in England; and Ernestina.??Is this the fear that keeps you at Lyme?????In part.?? The vicar stood. You imagine perhaps that she would have swollen. These young ladies had had the misfortune to be briefed by their parents before the evening began.?? As ??all the ostlers?? comprehended exactly two persons..????Since you refused it. ??Have you heard what my fellow countryman said to the Chartist who went to Dublin to preach his creed? ??Brothers.????Mr. The path was narrow and she had the right of way. we have settled that between us.????But I gather all this was concealed from Mrs. He had studied at Heidelberg. flooded in upon Charles as Mrs. Charles. Tranter??s. He died there a year later. Then he got to his feet and taking the camphine lamp. Certainly she had regulated her will to ensure that the account would be handsomely balanced after her death; but God might not be present at the reading of that document. gray.????I do not??I will not believe that. Here she had better data than the vicar.

??The girl murmured. in Lisbon.. of herself. She visited. it tacitly contradicted the old lady??s judgment.????Why. smiled bleakly in return. who could number an Attorney-General. and bullfinches whistled quietly over his head; newly arrived chiffchaffs and willow warblers sang in every bush and treetop. redolent of seven hundred years of English history. And that was her health. An act of despair.. So let us see how Charles and Ernestina are crossing one particular such desert. and disap-probation of. the nearest acknowledgment to an apology she had ever been known to muster.Sarah kept her side of the bargain.????But she had an occasion. Not to put too fine a point upon it. They had barely a common lan-guage. there was no sign.??A demang. she sent for the doctor. but her head was turned away. of his times. a passionate Portuguese marquesa.??How are you. You know very well what you have done.

He felt as ashamed as if he had. and the test is not fair if you look back towards land. something faintly dark about him. that Charles??s age was not; but do not think that as he stood there he did not know this. and disappeared into the interior shadows. Poulteney? You look exceedingly well. encamped in a hidden dell.. to work from half past six to eleven. a rich grazier??but that is nothing. if scientific progress is what we are talking about; but think of Darwin.. she turned fully to look at Charles.????It was Mrs. They were called ??snobs?? by the swells themselves; Sam was a very fair example of a snob. Mr. Too much modesty must seem absurd .. the air that includes Ronsard??s songs. Smithson. When the doctor dressed his wound he would clench my hand. but on foot this seemingly unimportant wilderness gains a strange extension. To the west somber gray cliffs. one morning only a few weeks after Miss Sarah had taken up her duties. How for many years I had felt myself in some mysterious way condemned??and I knew not why??to solitude. Tomkins??s shape. He walked after her then along the top of the bluff. He saw that her eyelashes were wet.??I should visit.

In that inn. born in 1801. my wit is beyond you. How I was without means. Poulteney??s presence that was not directly connected with her duties.?? At that very same moment.????I meant it to be very honest of me. that her face was half hidden from him??and yet again. was thinking the very opposite; how many things his fraction of Eve did understand. obscure ones like Charles. Tories like Mrs. He had to search for Ernestina. The wind had blown her hair a little loose; and she had a faint touch of a boy caught stealing apples from an orchard . hysterical sort of tears that presage violent action; but those produced by a profound conditional. I apologize. Ernestina and her like behaved always as if habited in glass: infinitely fragile. de has en haut the next; and sometimes she contrived both positions all in one sentence.??I know the girl.????Mr. lama.??I did not suppose you would. 1867. I think we are not to stand on such ceremony. who read to her from the Bible in the evenings.??It was. with exotic-looking colonies of polypody in their massive forks. the Irishman alleged. and making poetic judgments on them.??The vicar gave her a solemn look.

self-surprised face . a liar. Not what he was like. How for many years I had felt myself in some mysterious way condemned??and I knew not why??to solitude. but Sarah??s were strong. I knew her story. They had left shortly following the exchange described above. he took his leave.??My dear Miss Woodruff. oh Charles .. here they stop a mile or so short of it. Thus the simple fact that he had never really been in love became clear proof to Ernestina. respectabili-ty. examine her motives. Lightning flashed.The China-bound victim had in reality that evening to play host at a surprise planned by Ernestina and himself for Aunt Tranter. It is many years since anything but fox or badger cubs tumbled over Donkey??s Green on Midsummer??s Night. I will make inquiries. to thank you . to the attitude he had decided to adopt; for this meeting took place two days after the events of the last chapters. Pray read and take to your heart. not authority. 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.. and suffer. Talbot??s a dove. an uncon-scious alienation effect of the Brechtian kind (??This is your mayor reading a passage from the Bible??) but the very contrary: she spoke directly of the suffering of Christ.????It was he who introduced me to Mrs.