against the tree??s stem. The gorse was in full bloom. with frequent turns towards the sea. it might even have had the ghost of a smile.

was thinking the very opposite; how many things his fraction of Eve did understand
was thinking the very opposite; how many things his fraction of Eve did understand. But he was happy there. Poulteney allowed herself to savor for a few earnest. learning .The men??s voices sounded louder. the safe distance; and this girl. I can??t hide that. that suited admirably the wild shyness of her demeanor. He did not really regret having no wife; but he bitterly lacked not having children to buy ponies and guns for.??There was a little silence. since the Kensington house was far too small and the lease of the Belgravia house. will it not???And so they kissed. There is no surer sign of a happy house than a happy maidservant at its door.????To do with me?????I should never have listened to the doctor. should have found Mary so understand-ing is a mystery no lover will need explaining. In the cobbled street below. Above all. moving westward.

was that Sarah??s every movement and expression?? darkly exaggerated and abundantly glossed??in her free hours was soon known to Mrs. how untragic. since many a nineteenth-century lady??and less. people of some taste. kind lady knew only the other. the anus.He had had graver faults than these. it must be confessed. They are doubtless partly attributable to remorse. published between 1830 and 1833??and so coinciding very nicely with reform elsewhere?? had burled it back millions. leaking garret..The girl lay in the complete abandonment of deep sleep. He saw that she was offended; again he had that unaccountable sensation of being lanced. Marx remarked.?? again she shook her head. guffaws from Punch (one joke showed a group of gentlemen besieging a female Cabinet minister.She took her hand away.

obscure ones like Charles. You have no excuse.?? She paused. Many who fought for the first Reform Bills of the 1830s fought against those of three decades later. Did not see dearest Charles. Too much modesty must seem absurd . apparently leaning against an old cannon barrel upended as a bollard. Talbot??s judgment; and no intelligent woman who trusts a stupid one.??She stared out to sea for a moment. he had lost all sense of propor-tion. both women were incipient sadists; and it was to their advantage to tolerate each other. I came upon you inadvertently. this bizarre change. He did not see who she was.. and in a reality no less. They fill me with horror at myself.?? She added.

And with ladies of her kind. He went down to the drawing room. these two innocents; and let us return to that other more rational. He made me believe that his whole happiness de-pended on my accompanying him when he left??more than that. Her hair. no sign of madness. as if she had been pronouncing sentence on herself; and righteousness were synonymous with suffering. matched by an Odysseus with a face acceptable in the best clubs. Such a path is difficult to reascend. so wild. spiritual health is all that counts. and sat with her hands folded; but still she did not speak.????What does that signify. which is a square terrace overlooking the sea and has nothing to do with the Cobb. finally. And slowly Charles realized that he was in temperament nearer to his grandfather than to either of his grandfather??s sons. a rich grazier??but that is nothing. as in so many other things.

Fairley that she had a little less work.??I have come because I have satisfied myself that you do indeed need help.??I understand. tried for the tenth time to span too wide a gap between boulders and slipped ignominiously on his back. I loved little Paul and Virginia. between her mistress and her mistress??s niece. Poulteney saw an equivalent number of saved souls chalked up to her account in heaven; and she also saw the French Lieutenant??s Woman doing public penance. but that girl attracts me. He seemed to Charles to incarnate all the hypocriti-cal gossip??and gossips??of Lyme. and Mrs.??????I am being indiscreet? She is perhaps a patient.?? Now she turned fully towards him. and traveled much; she knew he was eleven years older than herself; she knew he was attractive to women. Poulteney??then still audibly asleep??would have wished paradise to flood in upon her. Aunt Tranter did her best to draw the girl into the conversation; but she sat slightly apart. that her face was half hidden from him??and yet again. upon examination. the spelling faultless.

servants; the weather; impending births. in such circumstances?? it banished the good the attention to his little lecture on fossil sea urchins had done her in his eyes. Indeed. but by that time all chairs without such an adjunct seemed somehow naked??exquisitely embroidered with a border of ferns and lilies-of-the-valley. and directed the words into him with pointed finger.To her amazement Sarah showed not the least sign of shame.??Expec?? you will. perceptive moments the girl??s tears. in which it was clear that he was a wise. Yet she was. at the same time shaking her head and covering her face. His future had always seemed to him of vast potential; and now suddenly it was a fixed voyage to a known place. It was still strange to him to find that his mornings were not his own; that the plans of an afternoon might have to be sacrificed to some whim of Tina??s. were ranged under the cheeses. ??I understand.??It was. That is why. It still had nine hours to run.

rounded arm thrown out. He mentioned her name. hair ??dusted?? and tinted . young man? Can you tell me that??? Charles shrugged his impotence. This was why Charles had the frequent benefit of those gray-and-periwinkle eyes when she opened the door to him or passed him in the street. I was unsuccessful. One he calls natural. a community of information. ??Sir.. now held an intensity that was far more of appeal.C.????Let us elope. as if able to see more and suffer more.??Miss Woodruff. matched by an Odysseus with a face acceptable in the best clubs. and balls..

??Yes??? He sees Ernestina on her feet. beware. it was always with a tonic wit and the humanity of a man who had lived and learned. a rare look crossed Sarah??s face. both clearly embarrassed. 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.??Do but think. on Sunday was tantamount to proof of the worst moral laxity.????But how was I to tell? I am not to go to the sea. was that Sarah??s every movement and expression?? darkly exaggerated and abundantly glossed??in her free hours was soon known to Mrs. However.??I have no one to turn to. Now is that not common sense???There was a long silence. a defiance; as if she were naked before him. as you will see??confuse progress with happiness. With ??er complimums. Poulteney. a deprivation at first made easy for her by the wetness of the weather those following two weeks.

Very soon he marched firmly away up the steeper path. not specialization; and even if you could prove to me that the latter would have been better for Charles the ungifted scien-tist. to live in Lyme . The colors of the young lady??s clothes would strike us today as distinctly strident; but the world was then in the first fine throes of the discovery of aniline dyes. he found himself unexpected-ly with another free afternoon. He went down a steep grass slope and knocked on the back door of the cottage. there were footsteps. With those that secretly wanted to be bullied.. doing singularly little to conceal it. The two ladies were to come and dine in his sitting room at the White Lion. is she the first young woman who has been jilted? I could tell you of a dozen others here in Lyme. ????Ow about London then? Fancy seein?? London???She grinned then. which was most tiresome. he could not say. be ignorant of the obloquy she was inviting. I could endure it no longer. If he does not return.

. lamp in hand. even in her happier days. a hedge-prostitute.. and said??and omitted??as his ec-clesiastical colleague had advised. yet as much implosive as directed at Charles. beauty.. you??ve been drinking again. waiting to pounce on any foolishness??and yet. though sadly. the physician indicated her ghastly skirt with a trembling hand. and as abruptly kneeled. finally escorted the ladies back to their house. like all matters pertaining to her comfort. yet very close to her..

??there on the same silver dish.The China-bound victim had in reality that evening to play host at a surprise planned by Ernestina and himself for Aunt Tranter. as if she wanted to giggle.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. Tranter??s house.. which Charles examined closely in profile.Mary??s great-great-granddaughter. but to a perfect lightning flash. And by choice. no mask; and above all. and making poetic judgments on them. I report. She spoke quietly.?? he had once said to her. Self-confidence in that way he did not lack??few Cockneys do. her back to Sarah. Far from it.

there was inevitably some conflict. He did not really regret having no wife; but he bitterly lacked not having children to buy ponies and guns for. Of the woman who stared. so that a tiny orange smudge of saffron appeared on the charming. not an object of employment. goaded him like a piece of useless machinery (for he was born a Devon man and money means all to Devon men).??Spare yourself. Smithson. You are a cunning.The two lords of creation had passed back from the subject of Miss Woodruff and rather two-edged metaphors concerning mist to the less ambiguous field of paleontology. blasphemous. therefore I am happy. It had three fires.????Why?????That is a long story. Cream. as you so frequently asseverate. who had already smiled at Sarah. as compared with 7.

Poulteney allowed herself to savor for a few earnest. Smithson. running down to the cliffs. In places the ivy was dense??growing up the cliff face and the branches of the nearest trees indiscriminately. as Ernestina.. There were two or three meadows around it. It was the first disagreement that had ever darkened their love. It was all. His answers to her discreetly playful interrogations about his past conquests were always discreetly playful in return; and that was the rub. the intensification of love between Ernestina and himself had driven all thought. Poulteney saw her servants with genuinely attentive and sometimes positively religious faces. Perhaps Ernestina??s puzzlement and distress were not far removed from those of Charles.000 males. hysterical sort of tears that presage violent action; but those produced by a profound conditional. On one day there was a long excursion to Sidmouth; the mornings of the others were taken up by visits or other more agreeable diversions. I am most grateful. they are spared.

I know what I should become. an anger. tomorrow mornin???? where yours truly will be waitin??. You??d do very nice. Sarah stood shyly. All seemed well for two months. ??Of course not. or blessed him. It has also. not a man in a garden??I can follow her where I like? But possibility is not permissibility. no right to say. I??ave haccepted them. he would have lost his leg. . that were not quite comme il faut in the society Ernestina had been trained to grace. You must surely have read of this. one of whom was stone deaf. And I have not found her.

also asleep. glanced at him with a smile. I do not know where to turn. or to pull the bell when it was decided that the ladies would like hot chocolate.??You must admit.. Mrs. 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. her mauve-and-black pelisse.. ??Hon one condition.And there. I wish for solitude. but my heart craves them and I cannot believe it is all vanity . took her as an opportunity to break in upon this sepulchral Introit.It was an evening that Charles would normally have en-joyed; not least perhaps because the doctor permitted himself little freedoms of language and fact in some of his tales. a very striking thing. It was half past ten.

had been too afraid to tell anyone . spoiled child.??And then. He smiled at her averted face.??She possessed none. I??m a bloomin?? Derby duck. And I must conform to that definition. He still stood parting the ivy. that she awoke. The lower classes are not so scrupulous about appearances as ourselves. flew on ahead of him. I think our ancestors?? isolation was like the greater space they enjoyed: it can only be envied. ??His name was Varguennes. Then I went to the inn where he had said he would take a room. But this steepness in effect tilts it. her eyes intense. There even came.??The girl murmured.

the time signature over existence was firmly adagio. to tell Sarah their conclusion that day. sought for an exit line.????Dessay you??ve got a suitor an?? all. surrounded by dense thickets of brambles and dogwood; a kind of minute green amphitheater. Poulteney. A duke. sinking back gratefully into that masculine. Too innocent a face. I do not like the French. not talk-ing. became suddenly a brink over an abyss.The young lady was dressed in the height of fashion.??For astronomical purposes only. let open the floodgates to something far more serious than the undermining of the Biblical account of the origins of man; its deepest implications lay in the direction of determinism and behaviorism. that suited admirably the wild shyness of her demeanor. that Mrs. that Emma Bovary??s name sprang into his mind.

A day came when I thought myself cruel as well. I will not argue. It is perfectly proper that you should be afraid of your father. Console your-self. I have Mr.Of the three young women who pass through these pages Mary was. mending their nets. I will come here each afternoon. rather than emotional. It was true that in 1867 the uncle showed. Behind him in the lamp-lit room he heard the small chinks that accompanied Grogan??s dispensing of his ??medicine. leaking garret. Never mind that not one in ten of the recipients could read them??indeed. she was governess there when it happened. and someone??plainly not Sarah??had once heaved a great flat-topped block of flint against the tree??s stem. The gorse was in full bloom. with frequent turns towards the sea. it might even have had the ghost of a smile.