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'I don't know, Stephen, his mother said meaningly, 'whe'r you still think about Miss Elfride, but if I were you I wouldn't concern about her. They say that none of old Mrs. Swancourt's money will come to her step-daughter. 'I see the evening has turned out fine; I am going out for a little while to look round the place, he said, evading the direct query.
During the remainder of that day he scanned the ornaments of every lady he met with the profoundly experienced eye of an appraiser. Next morning Knight was again crossing St. George's Channel not returning to London by the Holyhead route as he had originally intended, but towards Bristol availing himself of Mr. and Mrs. Swancourt's invitation to revisit them on his homeward journey.
Swancourt's dressing-room, to lighten or at least modify her vexation by a discriminating estimate from her stepmother. She was now looking disconsolately out of the window. 'Never mind, my child, said Mrs. Swancourt after a careful perusal of the matter indicated. 'I don't see that the review is such a terrible one, after all. Besides, everybody has forgotten about it by this time.
Upon the whole, a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr. Swancourt's house. Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar, receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom. 'But, continued Mr.
It was a faint ray of pleasure straying into the great gloominess of his brain to think that the vicar might never know but that he, as her lover, tempted her away, which seemed to be the form Mr. Swancourt's misapprehension had taken. 'Now, are you coming? said Mr. Swancourt to her again. He took her unresisting hand, drew it within his arm, and led her down the stairs.
She then discerned, by the aid of the dusky departing light, a figure, whose sex was undistinguishable, walking down the gravelled path by the parterre towards the river. The figure grew fainter, and vanished under the trees. Mr. Swancourt's voice was heard calling out their names from a distant corridor in the body of the building.
He then fancied he heard footsteps in the hall, and sundry movements of the door-knob, but nobody appeared. 'Perhaps they beant at home, sighed the driver. 'And I promised myself a bit of supper in Pa'son Swancourt's kitchen. Sich lovely mate-pize and figged keakes, and cider, and drops o' cordial that they do keep here! 'All right, naibours!
'And there are two little girls, are there not? said Stephen. 'Nice clane little faces! left motherless now. 'They used to come to Parson Swancourt's to play with Miss Elfride when I were there, said William Worm. 'Ah, they did so's! The latter sentence was introduced to add the necessary melancholy to a remark which, intrinsically, could hardly be made to possess enough for the occasion.
Swancourt's neck, and came round over his face, the lines of his features became more firmly defined, and his lips seemed to get thinner. It was evident that a series of little circumstances, hitherto unheeded, were now fitting themselves together, and forming a lucid picture in Mr. Swancourt's mind in such a manner as to render useless further explanation on Stephen's part.
'Ah, sure, and how he came as a stranger and pilgrim to Parson Swancourt's that time, not a soul knowing en after so many years! Ay, life's a strange picter, Stephen: but I suppose I must say Sir to ye? 'Oh, it is not necessary at present, Stephen replied, though mentally resolving to avoid the vicinity of that familiar friend as soon as he had made pretensions to the hand of Elfride.
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