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A slight rebelliousness occasionally would have done him no harm, and would have been a world of advantage to her. But she idolized him, and was proud to be his bond-servant. 'A worm i' the bud. One day the reviewer said, 'Let us go to the cliffs again, Elfride; and, without consulting her wishes, he moved as if to start at once.
Elfride paused to think. 'No; it will not do. It is my utter foolishness that makes me say such words. But he will send for you. 'Say to him, continued Stephen, 'that we did this in the absolute despair of our minds. Tell him we don't wish him to favour us only to deal justly with us. If he says, marry now, so much the better.
Oh, there is so much to explain; I wish I might write myself! 'Now, Elfie, I'll tell you what we will do, answered Mr. Swancourt, tickled with a sort of bucolic humour at the idea of criticizing the critic. 'You shall write a clear account of what he is wrong in, and I will copy it and send it as mine. 'Yes, now, directly! said Elfride, jumping up. 'When will you send it, papa?
'Oh, well; though you did not obey me in the beginning, you are a good girl, Elfride, in obeying me at last. 'Don't call me "good," papa, she said bitterly; 'you don't know and the less said about some things the better. Remember, Mr. Knight knows nothing about the other. Oh, how wrong it all is! I don't know what I am coming to.
And they went across by a short cut over a stile, entering the lawn by a side door, and so on to the house. Mr. Swancourt had gone into the village with the curate, and Elfride felt too nervous to await their visitor's arrival in the drawing-room with Mrs. Swancourt.
Swancourt made some friendly remarks among others things upon the heat. 'Yes, said Lord Luxellian, 'we were driving by a furrier's window this afternoon, and the sight filled us all with such a sense of suffocation that we were glad to get away. Ha-ha! He turned to Elfride. 'Miss Swancourt, I have hardly seen or spoken to you since your literary feat was made public.
A young girl who is scarcely ill at all can hardly help becoming so when regarded as such by all eyes turning upon her at the table in obedience to some remark. Everybody looked at Elfride. She certainly was pale. 'Am I pale? she said with a faint smile. 'I did not sleep much. I could not get rid of armies of bishops and knights, try how I would.
Elfride had now resigned herself to the overwhelming idea of her lover's sorry antecedents; Stephen had not forgotten the trifling grievance that Elfride had known earlier admiration than his own. 'What was that young man's name? he inquired. 'Felix Jethway; a widow's only son. 'I remember the family. 'She hates me now. She says I killed him. Stephen mused, and they entered the porch.
Which shall we do go with him, or finish our voyage as we intended? Elfride was comfortably housed under an umbrella which Knight was holding over her to keep off the wind. 'Oh, don't let us go on shore! she said with dismay. 'It would be such a pity! 'That's very fine, said Mrs. Swancourt archly, as to a child.
He expressed by a look that to kiss a hand through a glove, and that a riding-glove, was not a great treat under the circumstances. 'There, then; I'll take my glove off. Isn't it a pretty white hand? Ah, you don't want to kiss it, and you shall not now! 'If I do not, may I never kiss again, you severe Elfride! You know I think more of you than I can tell; that you are my queen.
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