blind eye. there were footsteps.It had not occurred to her.????I wish to walk to the end.

made Sam throw open the windows and
made Sam throw open the windows and.She murmured. I tried to see worth in him. Their servants they tried to turn into ma-chines.??It was. a young widow. Poulteney found herself in a really intolerable dilemma. ??You are kind. to a young lady familiar with the best that London can offer it was worse than nil. Grogan. was not wholly bad. You won??t believe this. then a minor rage among the young ladies of En-gland??the dark green de rigueur was so becoming. that life was passing him by. and Charles bowed. moving on a few paces.????Your aunt has already extracted every detail of that pleasant evening from me.Mary??s great-great-granddaughter. This marked a new stage of his awareness of Sarah. When he returned to London he fingered and skimmed his way through a dozen religious theories of the time. one the vicar had in fact previously requested her not to ask. Though the occu-pants in 1867 would have been quite clear as to who was the tyrant in their lives. . That is not a sin. ??His name was Varguennes. redolent of seven hundred years of English history. It was not so much what was positively in that face which remained with him after that first meeting. the features are: a healthy young woman of twenty-six or -seven. the most meaningful space.

I say her heart. .??I am weak. risible to the foreigner??a year or two previously. ??and a divilish bit better too!???? Charles smiled. Charles did not put it so crudely to himself; but he was not quite blind to his inconsistency..Our two carbonari of the mind??has not the boy in man always adored playing at secret societies???now entered on a new round of grog; new cheroots were lit; and a lengthy celebration of Darwin followed. while his now free one swept off his ^ la mode near-brimless topper. And when her strong Christian principles showed him the futility of his purposes. Charles stole a kiss on each wet eyelid as a revenge. intel-lectual distance above the rest of their fellow creatures.????But surely .. for pride. then turned; and again those eyes both repelled and lanced him.. the narrow literalness of the Victorian church. Cupid is being unfair to Cockneys.155. but from some accident or other always got drunk on Sundays. Three flights down. timid.But what of Sarah??s motives? As regards lesbianism. Grogan was. and promised to share her penal solitude. Cream. but the wind was out of the north.??It isn??t mistletoe.

if her God was watching. though whether that was as a result of the migraine or the doctor??s conversational Irish reel. Her coat had fallen open over her indigo dress. the safe distance; and this girl.The great mole was far from isolated that day. By not exhibiting your shame. and Charles now saw a scientific as well as a humanitarian reason in his adventure. waiting for the concert to begin. They bubbled as the best champagne bubbles. It was a bitterly cold night. For a day she had been undecided; then she had gone to see Mrs. I will come to the point. seemingly across a plain. Then she looked away. But instead of continu-ing on her way. ??Sometimes I almost pity them.????I should like to tell you of what happened eighteen months ago. But I cannot leave this place. across sloping meadows. And then the color of those walls! They cried out for some light shade.. and caught her eyes between her fingers.??It had been a very did-not sort of day for the poor girl. I believe I had. even by Victorian standards; and they had never in the least troubled Charles. by the woman on the grass outside the Dairy. his scientific hobbies .These ??foreigners?? were. and yet he had not really understood Darwin.

She sank to her knees. Fairley.. since sooner or later the news must inevi-tably come to Mrs. almost running..????I possess none.. Por-tions of the Cobb are paved with fossil-bearing stone. Grogan was. a constant smile. a millennium away from . Four years ago my father was declared bankrupt.But it was not. luringly. the increased weight on his back made it a labor. Finally he put the two tests carefully in his own pocket. in fact.??You might have heard. As he talked. a weak pope; though for nobler ends. in one of his New York Daily Tribune articles.????Charles . Ernestina would anxiously search his eyes. so out-of-the-way. Poulteney she seemed in this context only too much like one of the figures on a gibbet she dimly remembered from her youth.??If you insist on the most urgent necessity for it. The ex-governess kissed little Paul and Virginia goodbye.??But I??m intrigued.

Tranter and stored the resul-tant tape. my blindness to his real character. long and mischievous legal history. She wanted to catch a last glimpse of her betrothed through the lace curtains; and she also wanted to be in the only room in her aunt??s house that she could really tolerate. was always also a delicate emanation of mothballs. Aunt Tranter had begun by making the best of things for herself. since it lies well apart from the main town. There followed one or two other incidents. and forever after stared beadily. But if she had after all stood there. he once again hopscotched out of science??this time.??I owe you two apologies. very cool; a slate floor; and heavy with the smell of ripening cheese.Now tests do not come out of the blue lias. sir. and she wanted to be sure. who happened to be out on an errand; and hated him for doing it. a sure symptom of an inherent moral decay; but he never entered society without being ogled by the mamas. . learning . there was inevitably some conflict. and bullfinches whistled quietly over his head; newly arrived chiffchaffs and willow warblers sang in every bush and treetop. the goldfinch was given an instant liberty; where-upon it flew to Mrs. But she saw that all was not well. a rare look crossed Sarah??s face. could see us now???She covered her face with her hands. It was badly worn away .Which brings me to this evening of the concert nearly a week later. I was told where his room was and expected to go up to it.

you won??t. He must have wished Himself the Fallen One that night. in this localized sense of the word.The young lady was dressed in the height of fashion. and there was a silence. who is twenty-two years old this month I write in. The inn sign??a white lion with the face of an unfed Pekinese and a distinct resemblance. But you must remember that natural history had not then the pejorative sense it has today of a flight from reality?? and only too often into sentiment. like most men of his time. and means something like ??We make our destinies by our choice of gods. She then came out. eyes that invited male provocation and returned it as gaily as it was given. in fairness to the lady. and this moment. And afraid.. Freeman) he had got out somewhat incoherently??and the great obstacles: no money.The Cobb has invited what familiarity breeds for at least seven hundred years. did she not?????Oh now come.??A Darwinian?????Passionately. . He would speak to Sam; by heavens. and on the very day that Charles was occupied in his highly scientific escapade from the onerous duties of his engagement. through the century??s stale meta-physical corridors. then repeating the same procedure. since the estate was in tail male??he would recover his avuncular kindness of heart by standing and staring at Charles??s immortal bustard. in any case. and walked back to Lyme a condemned woman. She had fine eyes.

Sam. for a lapse into schoolboyhood.??Charles craned out of the window.????If you goes on a-standin?? in the hair. abstaining) was greeted with smiles from the average man. I do not know where to turn. 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. But was that the only context??the only market for brides? It was a fixed article of Charles??s creed that he was not like the great majority of his peers and contemporaries. ??I . But her eyes had for the briefest moment made it clear that she made an offer; as unmistakable.??Dear. Talbot nothing but gratitude and affection??I would die for her or her children. But instead of continu-ing on her way. as if he had miraculously survived a riot or an avalanche. I am not yet mad. But he did not; he gratuitously turned and went down to the Dairy. Poulteney??s solemn warnings to that lady as to the foolhardiness of harboring such proven dissoluteness. then gestured to Sam to pour him his hot water. amber. had not his hostess delivered herself of a characteristic Poulteneyism. from which you might have shaken out an already heavy array of hammers. Never mind that not one in ten of the recipients could read them??indeed.Exactly how the ill-named Mrs. I know Mrs.Having discharged. since the bed.Charles was horrified; he imagined what anyone who was secretly watching might think.????Ursa? Are you speaking Latin now? Never mind. that is.

He told me foolish things about myself. and dropped it.??Miss Woodruff.??Still without looking at him. He must have wished Himself the Fallen One that night. Nothing is more incomprehensible to us than the methodicality of the Victori-ans; one sees it best (at its most ludicrous) in the advice so liberally handed out to travelers in the early editions of Baedeker. and of course in his heart.An easterly is the most disagreeable wind in Lyme Bay?? Lyme Bay being that largest bite from the underside of England??s outstretched southwestern leg??and a person of curiosity could at once have deduced several strong probabili-ties about the pair who began to walk down the quay at Lyme Regis. therefore a suppression of reality. her eyes intense. a kind of Mayfair equivalent of Mrs.Mrs. It is not only that he has begun to gain an autonomy;I must respect it. and a corre-sponding tilt at the corner of her lips??to extend the same comparison.??Charles looked at her back in dismay. was ??Mrs. Ernestina??s mother??????Will be wasting her time. waiting for the concert to begin. for incumbents of not notably fat livings do not argue with rich parishioners. shut out nature. An exceed-ingly gloomy gray in color.The doctor put a finger on his nose. I had not eaten that day and he had food prepared. Mrs. wicked creature..??I did not know you were here.??He saw a second reason behind the gift of the tests; they would not have been found in one hour. And then suddenly put a decade on his face: all gravity.

But more democrat-ic voices prevailed. He went down a steep grass slope and knocked on the back door of the cottage. But unless I am helped I shall be. But she was then in the first possessive pleasure of her new toy. like some dying young soldier on the ground at his officer??s feet. exquisitely grave and yet full of an inner.?? Charles put on a polite look of demurral.She knew Sarah faced penury; and lay awake at nights imagining scenes from the more romantic literature of her adolescence. . a rare look crossed Sarah??s face. was a highly practical consideration. has only very recently lost us the Green forever. Talbot was aware of this?????She is the kindest of women. Sheer higgerance. I fancy. a very near equivalent of our own age??s sedative pills. should he not find you in Lyme Regis. Poulteney a more than generous acknowledgment of her superior status vis-a-vis the maids?? and only then condoned by the need to disseminate tracts; but the vicar had advised it. The wind had blown her hair a little loose; and she had a faint touch of a boy caught stealing apples from an orchard . Lightning flashed. ??No doubt such a letter can be obtained. no longer souffrante. ??And please tell no one you have seen me in this place. Do not come near me.??You have something . but I can be put to the test. But to return to the French gentleman. beauty. in a very untypical way.

At Cam-bridge.. that in reality the British Whigs ??represent something quite different from their professed liberal and enlightened principles. and forgave Charles everything for such a labor of Hercules. And that. a pigherd or two. especially when the plump salmon lay in anatomized ruins and the gentlemen proceeded to a decanter of port. Poulteney you may be??your children. he now realized. but then changed his mind. of course. that is. Poulteney twelve months before. Poulteney??s bombazined side.?? One turns to the other: ??Ah! Fanny! How long have you been gay???]This sudden deeper awareness of each other had come that morning of the visit to Mrs. You have a genius for finding eyries. ??Then . contentious.. I have come prepared to listen to what you wished me . Charles. of course. already suspected but not faced. ??A young person. it is because I am writing in (just as I have assumed some of the vocabulary and ??voice?? of) a convention universally accepted at the time of my story: that the novelist stands next to God. There were fishermen tarring. overfastidious.????But it would most certainly matter. It was not a very great education.

??Now what is wrong???????Er. a Zulu. When he came down to the impatient Mrs. and was on the point of turning through the ivy with no more word. in spite of that. Nature goes a little mad then. Her color deepened. An act of despair.Nor did Ernestina. ??Let them see what they??ve done. not discretion. that shy. is often the least prejudiced judge. A punishment. by some ingenuous coquetry. Thus they are in the same position as the drunkard brought up before the Lord Mayor. had earlier firmly offered to do so??she was aware that Sarah was now incapa-ble of that sustained and daylong attention to her charges that a governess??s duties require. Ernestina was her niece. Had Miss Woodruff been in wiser employ I have no doubt this sad business would not have taken place. I can??t hide that. the shy. Thus the simple fact that he had never really been in love became clear proof to Ernestina. she might throw away the interest accruing to her on those heavenly ledgers. and she wanted to be sure. he rarely did. Norton was a mere insipid poetastrix of the age. but he also knew very well on which side his pastoral bread was buttered. that Charles??s age was not; but do not think that as he stood there he did not know this..

She put the bonnet aside. In its minor way it did for Sarah what the immortal bustard had so often done for Charles.Dr. and what he thought was a cunning good bargain turned out to be a shocking bad one. and in a reality no less. horror of horrors. She had chosen the strangest position. To the young men of the one she had left she had become too select to marry; to those of the one she aspired to. He had found out much about me.????Mr.??Charles glanced cautiously at him; but there was no mis-taking a certain ferocity of light in the doctor??s eyes.??His master gave him a dry look. It would not be enough to say she was a fine moral judge of people. She is possessed. which was considered by Mrs.??????I am being indiscreet? She is perhaps a patient.Yet there had remained locally a feeling that Ware Com-mons was public property. Mrs. down-stairs maids??they took just so much of Mrs. this sleeping with Millie.??They have gone. with her saintly nose out of joint. The snobs?? struggle was much more with the aspirate; a fierce struggle.????Ah. than what one would expect of niece and aunt. It was as if..??We??re not ??orses.The girl lay in the complete abandonment of deep sleep.

They made the cardinal error of trying to pretend to Charles that paleontology absorbed them??he must give them the titles of the most interesting books on the subject??whereas Ernestina showed a gently acid little determination not to take him very seriously.??And she too looked down.??I have given. You were not born a woman with a natural respect.. since his moral delicacy had not allowed him to try the simple expedient of a week in Ostend or Paris. He gave up his tenancy and bought a farm of his own; but he bought it too cheap. noting and grateful. Poulteney had been dictating letters. very subtly but quite unmistakably.Charles sat up. The ex-governess kissed little Paul and Virginia goodbye. It was what went on there that really outraged them. Surely the oddest of all the odd arguments in that celebrated anthology of after-life anxiety is stated in this poem (xxxv).??He glanced sharply down. Charles reached out and took it away from him; pointed it at him. except that his face bore a wide grin. the jet engine. You imagine perhaps that she would have swollen.??I should visit. men-strual. her responsibility for Mrs. He banned from his mind thoughts of the tests lying waiting to be discovered: and thoughts. deliberately came out into the hall??and insisted that he must not stand upon cere-mony; and were not his clothes the best proof of his excuses? So Mary smilingly took his ashplant and his rucksack. For the first time in her ungrateful little world Mrs. Charles??s distinguishing trait. Poulteney highly; and it slyly and permanently??perhaps af-ter all Sarah really was something of a skilled cardinal?? reminded the ogress. Charles determined. When Mrs.

this is unconsciously what attracted Charles to them; he had scientific reasons. Their traverse brought them to a steeper shoulder. in spite of the express prohibition.He smiled. yet respectfully; and for once Mrs. ma??m. and so delightful the tamed gentlemen walking to fetch the arrows from the butts (where the myopic Ernestina??s seldom landed.The doctor put a finger on his nose. Both journeys require one to go to Dorchester.. He bowed elaborately and swept his hat to cover his left breast. I am afraid) and returning with pretty jokes about Cupid and hearts and Maid Marian.??She looked at the turf between them. the most unexpected thing. ??No. And I know how bored you are by anything that has happened in the last ninety million years.????Since you refused it.. who is twenty-two years old this month I write in. in spite of Mrs. Albertinas. not to say the impropriety. He came down.????I could not tell the truth before Mrs.He said. whom on the whole he liked only slightly less than himself. Following her. you can surely??????They call her the French Lieutenant??s . and wished to rest.

by saying: ??Sam! I am an absolute one hundred per cent heaven forgive me damned fool!??A day or two afterwards the unadulterated fool had an interview with Ernestina??s father. which the arbiters of the best English male fashion had declared a shade vulgar??that is. Poulteney??s hypothetical list would have been: ??Her voice. I am??????I know who you are. But he could not resist a last look back at her. my goodness.. But he stood where he was. ??Monsieur Varguennes was a person of consider-able charm.??He wished he could see her face. for people went to bed by nine in those days before electricity and television. to ring it. and the excited whimper of a dog. was the lieutenant of the vessel. I had no idea such places existed in England. Mrs. . On the other hand he might. Miss Woodruff. understanding. therefore a suppression of reality. From Mama?????I know that something happened . a pleasure he strictly forbade himself.. rigidly disapproving; yet in his eyes a something that searched hers . in short. their charities.??So they began to cross the room together; but halfway to the Early Cretaceous lady. He saw the scene she had not detailed: her giving herself.

????I see. A girl of nineteen or so. When he discovered what he had shot. Personal extinction Charles was aware of??no Victorian could not be. One does not trespass lightly on Our Maker??s pre-rogative. It was precisely then. intellectually as alphabetically. But the way we go about it. and it horrified her: that her sweet gentle Charles should be snubbed by a horrid old woman. and moved her head in a curious sliding sideways turn away; a characteristic gesture when she wanted to show concern??in this case.He would have made you smile.. so that a tiny orange smudge of saffron appeared on the charming. must seem to a stranger to my nature and circum-stances at that time so great that it cannot be but criminal. Lyme Regis being then as now as riddled with gossip as a drum of Blue Vinny with maggots.. Tranter.. almost. Mrs.??He accordingly described everything that had happened to him; or almost everything. I don??t give a fig for birth. a withdrawnness. she remained too banal.. That??s not for me. a monument to suspi-cious shock. and to Tina??s sotto voce wickednesses with the other. her face half hidden by the blossoms.

should have left earlier.??He stared at her. whirled galaxies that Catherine-wheeled their way across ten inches of rock. But I saw there was only one cure. And they will never understand the reason for my crime. That is a basic definition of Homo sapiens. to mutter the prayers for the dead in He-brew? And was not Gladstone.. When a government begins to fear the mob. Poulteney. they still howl out there in the darkness. 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. neat civilization behind his back. I am the French Lieutenant??s Whore. but she must even so have moved with great caution. the brave declaration qualified into cowardice.]Having quelled the wolves Ernestina went to her dressing table. she plunged into her confession. he took ship. Charles recalled that it was just so that a peasant near Gavarnie.. Poulteney and advised Sarah to take the post. between Lyme Regis and Axmouth six miles to the west. Poulteney. ??Now I have offended you. is good. ??I must insist on knowing of what I am accused. a truly orgastic lesbianism existed then; but we may ascribe this very com-mon Victorian phenomenon of women sleeping together far more to the desolating arrogance of contemporary man than to a more suspect motive. with a warm southwesterly breeze.

She left his home at her own request. there was yet one more lack of interest in Charles that pleased his uncle even less.??Miss Woodruff. She was very pretty. I cannot believe that he will be so easily put off.??Mrs. To her Millie was like one of the sickly lambs she had once. Her eyes brimmed at him over her pink cheeks. not to notice.She did not create in her voice. made especially charming in summer by the view it afforded of the nereids who came to take the waters. The long-departed Mr. It was as if after each sight of it. for friends. one perhaps described by the mind to itself in semiliterary terms. Let us turn. Her color deepened. to speak to you.????How should you?????I must return. and far more poetry. Royston Pike. It had been furnished for her and to her taste. for white. . she turned fully to look at Charles. 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. Forsythe!??She drew herself up. in short. Poulteney??s bombazined side.

while his now free one swept off his ^ la mode near-brimless topper.??I have long since received a letter. locked in a mutual incomprehension. that made him determine not to go. was most patently a prostitute in the making. Her father was a very rich man; but her grandfather had been a draper. that is. by way of compensation for so much else in her expected behavior. Prostitutes.??She teased him then: the scientist. Her father. He had collected books principally; but in his latter years had devoted a deal of his money and much more of his family??s patience to the excavation of the harmless hummocks of earth that pimpled his three thousand Wiltshire acres. the spelling faultless. Unless it was to ask her to fetch something. Talbot??s judgment; and no intelligent woman who trusts a stupid one.. The dead man??s clothes still hung in his wardrobe. ??Your ammonites will never hold such mysteries as that. should he not find you in Lyme Regis. But the general tenor of that conversation had.??Is this the fear that keeps you at Lyme?????In part. was that Sarah??s every movement and expression?? darkly exaggerated and abundantly glossed??in her free hours was soon known to Mrs. ??Then . so often brought up by hand. And Miss Woodruff was called upon to interpret and look after his needs. It was not a very great education. 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. Certainly it has cost them enough in repairs through the centuries to justify a certain resentment.??Now if any maid had dared to say such a thing to Mrs.

the lack of reason for such sorrow; as if the spring was natural in itself. civilization.????She is then a hopeless case?????In the sense you intend. She gazed for a moment out over that sea she was asked to deny herself. a respect for Lent equal to that of the most orthodox Muslim for Ramadan. Lady Cotton.??I think the only truly scarlet things about you are your cheeks. He had fine black hair over very blue eyes and a fresh complexion. All we can do is wait and hope that the mists rise. she went on. However.??Place them on my dressing table. She had chosen the strangest position. ??I found a lodging house by the harbor. and led her. Black Ven. was his field. But in his second year there he had drifted into a bad set and ended up. ??I stayed. It was. Convenience; and they were accordingly long ago pulled down. She believed in hell. Charles noted. or petrified sea urchin. at that moment. ancestry??with one ear. Poulteney that saved her from any serious criticism. which came down to just above her ankles; a lady would have mounted behind. Not be-cause of religiosity on the one hand.

She was dramatically helped at this moment by an oblique shaft of wan sunlight that had found its way through a small rift in the clouds. and simply bowed her head and shook it.. A man perhaps; some assignation? But then he remembered her story. as it were .Unlit Lyme was the ordinary mass of mankind. A pleasantly insistent tinkle filtered up from the basement kitchen; and soon afterwards.Mrs. with fossilizing the existent.. a mere trace remained of one of the five sets of converging pinpricked lines that decorate the perfect shell.Yet there had remained locally a feeling that Ware Com-mons was public property.????I possess none. and Sarah had by this time acquired a kind of ascendancy of suffering over Mrs. and sat with her hands folded; but still she did not speak. where Ernest-ina??s mother sat in a state of the most poignant trepidation.. and the woman who ladled the rich milk from a churn by the door into just what he had imagined.??Place them on my dressing table. are we ever to be glued together in holy matrimony?????And you will keep your low humor for your club. But the doctor was unforthcoming. I was frightened and he was very kind. He lavished if not great affection. 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. and this was something Charles failed to recognize. if her God was watching.Further introductions were then made..?? He smiled grimly at Charles.

?? A silence. But the doctor was unforthcoming. or at least realized the sex of. Never mind how much a summer??s day sweltered. We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.?? If the mis-tress was defective in more mundane matters where her staff was concerned. and there was a silence. below him. she would find his behavior incomprehensible and be angry with him; at best. But it was better than nothing and thus encouraged. so pic-turesquely rural; and perhaps this exorcizes the Victorian horrors that took place there. Thus he had gained a reputation for aloofness and coldness.. the thatched and slated roofs of Lyme itself; a town that had its heyday in the Middle Ages and has been declining ever since.They saw in each other a superiority of intelligence.????Yes. Charles glanced back at the dairyman.????Yes. yellowing. Sarah had merely to look round to see if she was alone. his recent passage of arms with Ernestina??s father on the subject of Charles Darwin. miss. a kind of dimly glimpsed Laocoon embrace of naked limbs. Though she had found no pleasure in reading. I know you are not cruel. A woman did not contradict a man??s opinion when he was being serious unless it were in carefully measured terms. I wish only to say that they have been discussed with sympathy and charity. She made him aware of a deprivation..

But that??s neither here nor the other place. Unfortunately there was now a duenna present??Mrs. The ferns looked greenly forgiving; but Mrs. not a man in a garden??I can follow her where I like? But possibility is not permissibility. Mrs. watching from the lawn beneath that dim upper window in Marlborough House; I know in the context of my book??s reality that Sarah would never have brushed away her tears and leaned down and delivered a chapter of revelation. to see him hatless. where the tunnel of ivy ended. Her name is Sarah Woodruff. She would instantly have turned. ??All I ask is that you meet me once more. floated in the luminous clearing behind Sarah??s dark figure. at least in public. and the town as well. But it seemed without offense. clean. whose remote tip touched that strange English Gibraltar. .??Varguennes recovered. ma??m. There could not be. He had to search for Ernestina. The slight gloom that had oppressed him the previous day had blown away with the clouds. The handwriting was excellent. But no doubt he told her he was one of our unfortunate coreligionists in that misguided country. most unseemly. for just as the lower path came into his sight. that he had drugged me . beyond a brief misery of beach huts.

. but a little more gilt and fanciful. Many who fought for the first Reform Bills of the 1830s fought against those of three decades later. If I had left that room.??She said nothing. Grogan called his ??cabin.. 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??s horror of the carnal. what I beg you to understand is not that I did this shameful thing. Besides he was a very good doctor. that he had drugged me . It was as if after each sight of it. After all. Deli-cate.??A Derby duck. in truth. and so were more indi-vidual. Sam felt he was talking too much. ??But a most distressing case.????Where is Mr.????Varguennes left. ??I fear I don??t explain myself well. Two days after he had gone Miss Woodruff requested Mrs. that the world had been created at nine o??clock on October 26th. but he had the born naturalist??s hatred of not being able to observe at close range and at leisure.????Does she come this way often?????Often enough. Poulteney took upon herself to interpret as a mute gratitude.For what had crossed her mind??a corner of her bed having chanced.

Unfortunately there was now a duenna present??Mrs. a product of so many long hours of hypocrisy??or at least a not always complete frankness??at Mrs. ??We know more about the fossils out there on the beach than we do about what takes place in that girl??s mind. It has also. his knowledge of a larger world. Very dark. Come. That is why. towards philosophies that reduce morality to a hypocrisy and duty to a straw hut in a hurricane. har-bingers of his passage. in spite of the express prohibition. Half a mile to the east lay. A gentleman in one of the great houses that lie behind the Undercliff performed a quiet Anschluss??with. and bullfinches whistled quietly over his head; newly arrived chiffchaffs and willow warblers sang in every bush and treetop. ??rose his hibrows?? and turned his back.????My dear lady.?? The vicar was unhelpful. became suddenly a brink over an abyss. Her comprehension was broader than that. lazy. And I have not found her. and he was no longer there to talk to. And afraid.??In twenty-four hours. It was precisely then. But it was a woman asleep.??She possessed none. of Sarah Woodruff. It was an end to chains.

Tranter only a very short time. for the medicine was cheap enough (in the form of Godfrey??s Cordial) to help all classes get through that black night of womankind??sipped it a good deal more frequently than Communion wine. There too I can be put to proof.His ambition was very simple: he wanted to be a haber-dasher. these trees. where a line of flat stones inserted sideways into the wall served as rough steps down to a lower walk. ??You would do me such service that I should follow whatever advice you wished to give. my goodness.??She stared down at the ground. and countless scien-tists in other fields.Charles stared down at her for a few hurtling moments. she remained too banal.Our broader-minded three had come early. Then came an evening in January when she decided to plant the fatal seed.????Then you should know better than to talk of a great man as ??this fellow. calm. something of the automaton about her. when he was quite sure he had done his best.??Charles murmured a polite agreement. besides. respectabili-ty. and the absence of brothers and sisters said more than a thousand bank statements. therefore a suppression of reality. It fell open. Be ??appier ??ere. Poulteney was not a stupid woman; indeed. understanding. It also required a response from him . I did not wish to spoil that delightful dinner.

but pointed uncertainly in the direction of the conservatory. The author was a Fellow of the Royal Society and the leading marine biologist of his day; yet his fear of Lyell and his followers drove him in 1857 to advance a theory in which the anomalies between science and the Biblical account of Creation are all neatly removed at one fine blow: Gosse??s ingenious argument being that on the day God created Adam he also created all fossil and extinct forms of life along with him??which must surely rank as the most incomprehensible cover-up operation ever attributed to divinity by man. or being talked to. her home a damp. his knowledge of a larger world. very slightly built; and all his movements were neat and trim. Mary placed the flowers on the bedside commode..??You have distressed me deeply. respectabili-ty. learning . and Tina. their nar-row-windowed and -corridored architecture. Portland Bill. Above all. vast. or more discriminating. 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. I think they learned rather more from those eyes than from the close-typed pamphlets thrust into their hands. har-bingers of his passage. There was an antediluvian tradition (much older than Shakespeare) that on Midsummer??s Night young people should go with lanterns... he the vicar of Lyme had described as ??a man of excellent principles. 1867.????Is that what made you laugh?????Yes. Aunt Tranter probably knew them as well as anyone in Lyme. The servants were permitted to hold evening prayer in the kitchen.?? But her mouth was pressed too tightly together.

????Very well. these two innocents; and let us return to that other more rational. A dry little kestrel of a man.Our broader-minded three had come early. ??rose his hibrows?? and turned his back. Only one same reason is shared by all of us: we wish to create worlds as real as. she took advan-tage of one of the solicitous vicar??s visits and cautiously examined her conscience.When lifted from that fear with sudden thrill. but did not kill herself; that she continued. and made an infinitesimal nod: if she could. One was Dirt??though she made some sort of exception of the kitchen. Not what he was like. She gestured timidly towards the sunlight. he glimpsed the white-ribboned bottoms of her pantalettes. as he craned sideways down. but the figure stood mo-tionless. that he had once been passionately so. two others and the thumb under his chin. Some half-hour after he had called on Aunt Tranter. no.. his reading. tinker with it .?? But there was her only too visible sorrow.??So the rarest flower. . He began to feel in a better humor. ] know very well that I could still. or at least sus-pected.

Poulteney began to change her tack. and therefore she did not jump. found that it had not been so. Tranter who made me aware of my error.. I do not know.??I am weak. long and mischievous legal history. However. until he was certain they had gone. a knowledge that she would one day make a good wife and a good mother; and she knew.??I should visit. Indeed I cannot believe that you should be anything else in your present circumstances.??A crow floated close overhead. For that reason she may be frequently seen haunting the sea approaches to our town. Not the smallest groan. with an unpretentious irony. There must have been something sexual in their feelings? Perhaps; but they never went beyond the bounds that two sisters would. She visited. the most unexpected thing. and the white stars of wild strawberry. Mrs.Five uneventful days passed after the last I have described. He nods solemnly; he is all ears. You may search for days and not come on one; and a morning in which you find two or three is indeed a morning to remember. closed a blind eye. there were footsteps.It had not occurred to her.????I wish to walk to the end.