had been taught. she was governess there when it happened.

those first days
those first days. and without benefit of cinema or television! For those who had a living to earn this was hardly a great problem: when you have worked a twelve-hour day. to remind her of their difference of station . the insignia of the Liberal Party. into which they would eventually move. In that inn. and too excellent a common meeting place not to be sacrificed to that Great British God.??Lyell. I had no idea such places existed in England. and came upon those two affec-tionate bodies lying so close. sir. wicked creature. had given her only what he had himself received: the best education that money could buy.000 females of the age of ten upwards in the British population. The banks of the dell were carpeted with primroses and violets.

but the girl had a list of two or three recent similar peccadilloes on her charge sheet. It was The Origin of Species.He began to cover the ambiguous face in lather. Tories like Mrs. my dear young lady. ??Have you heard what my fellow countryman said to the Chartist who went to Dublin to preach his creed? ??Brothers. gaiters and stockings. but I most certainly failed. to work from half past six to eleven. as Charles had. That is certainly one explanation of what happened; but I can only report??and I am the most reliable witness??that the idea seemed to me to come clearly from Charles. too tenuous. more quietly. miss.??I know the girl.

It was plain their intention had been to turn up the path on which he stood. 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.?? There was a silence that would have softened the heart of any less sadistic master.For a while they said nothing. curlews cried. The ill was familiar; but it was out of the question that she should inflict its conse-quences upon Charles. somewhat hard of hearing.Perhaps that was because Sam supplied something so very necessary in his life??a daily opportunity for chatter. what wickedness!??She raised her head. There slipped into his mind an image: a deliciously cool bowl of milk. agreed with them. since his moral delicacy had not allowed him to try the simple expedient of a week in Ostend or Paris.??Grogan then seized his hand and gripped it; as if he were Crusoe. Talbot??s a dove. the tall Charles with his vague resem-blance to the late Prince Consort and the thin little doctor.

600.. Cream. Too innocent a face. and in a reality no less.. We who live afterwards think of great reformers as triumphing over great opposition or great apathy. Portland Bill. of her being unfairly outcast. but invigorating to the bold.So he parried Sarah??s accusing look. . 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. Tran-ter . a twofacedness had cancered the century.

is often the least prejudiced judge. Each time she read it (she was overtly reading it again now because it was Lent) she felt elevated and purified. directly over her face. impossible for a man to have been angry with??and therefore quite the reverse to Ernestina. to this wild place. ??I cannot find the words to thank you. But he did not give her??or the Cobb??a second thought and set out. having duly crammed his classics and subscribed to the Thirty-nine Articles. gardeners.. Charles noted.????Let us elope. like a man about to be engulfed by a landslide; as if he would run.?? she whispered fiercely. When he discovered what he had shot.

?? he had once said to her.??Miss Woodruff!??She gave him an imperceptible nod.??Grogan then seized his hand and gripped it; as if he were Crusoe. not the exception. I know he was a Christian. Disraeli was the type. You??d do very nice. smiling. It is that . her son is in India??; while another voice informed him tersely. She would not look at him. she could not bear to think of having to share. between us is quite impossible in my present circumstances. He had. But Sarah passed quietly on and over.

George IV.This instinctual profundity of insight was the first curse of her life; the second was her education. Charles said nothing. He felt himself in that brief instant an unjust enemy; both pierced and deservedly diminished. most kindly charged upon his household the care of the . I have searched my soul a thousand times since that evening. During the last three years he had become increasingly interested in paleontology; that. And is she so ostracized that she has to spend her days out here?????She is . He contributed one or two essays on his journeys in remoter places to the fashion-able magazines; indeed an enterprising publisher asked him to write a book after the nine months he spent in Portugal. Fursey-Harris??s word for that. How could the only child of rich parents be anything else? Heaven knows??why else had he fallen for her???Ernestina was far from characterless in the context of other rich young husband-seekers in London society. . as usual in history. for another wind was blowing in 1867: the beginning of a revolt against the crinoline and the large bonnet. I have excellent eyesight.

There was first of all a very material dispute to arbitrate upon??Ernestina??s folly in wearing grenadine when it was still merino weather. He saw the scene she had not detailed: her giving herself. at least in London. a litany learned by heart. He wore stout nailed boots and canvas gaiters that rose to encase Norfolk breeches of heavy flannel. It is all gossip. But he had sternly forbidden himself to go anywhere near the cliff-meadow; if he met Miss Woodruff. my beloved!??Then faintly o??er her lips a wan smile moved. Poulteney had devoted some thought to the choice of passage; and had been sadly torn between Psalm 119 (??Blessed are the undefiled??) and Psalm 140 (??Deliver me. He was aggressively contemptuous of anything that did not emanate from the West End of London.??She has relatives?????I understand not.????What does that signify. Tranter blushed slightly at the compliment.????Varguennes left. the worst .

by any period??s standard or taste. All I have found is that no one explanation of my conduct is sufficient. as the man that day did. I shall be most happy . ??It came to seem to me as if I were allowed to live in paradise. especially when the spade was somebody else??s sin. heavy eyebrows .For a while they said nothing. You must certainly decamp. you hateful mutton-bone!?? A silence. He told me foolish things about myself. And explain yourself..????Therefore I deduce that we subscribe to the same party. salt.

Man Friday; and perhaps something passed between them not so very unlike what passed uncon-sciously between those two sleeping girls half a mile away. Already Buffon. parturitional. He had nothing very much against the horse in itself.??My good woman. if you speak like this I shall have to reprimand you.????Cut off me harms. and lower cheeks.. Darwin should be exhibited in a cage in the zoological gardens. Smithson.??I did not suppose you would. Thus it was that Sarah achieved a daily demi-liberty. or so it was generally supposed. as its shrewder opponents realized.

????And what are the others?????The fishermen have a gross name for her. had been too afraid to tell anyone . a museum of objects created in the first fine rejection of all things decadent. born in 1801. But it was a woman asleep.?? The astonish-ing fact was that not a single servant had been sent on his. a lightness of touch. and looked at it as if his lips might have left a sooty mark.The Undercliff??for this land is really the mile-long slope caused by the erosion of the ancient vertical cliff face??is very steep. on the day of her betrothal to Charles.. The house was silent. as I have pointed out elsewhere.Mrs. where her mother and father stood.

of marrying shame. The world would always be this. Charles wished he could draw.??A thousand apologies. and put it away on a shelf??your book. though quite powerful enough to break a man??s leg. She was not standing at her window as part of her mysterious vigil for Satan??s sails; but as a preliminary to jumping from it. that Ernestina fetched her diary. And there was her reserve.????That fact you told me the other day as you left. . footmen. alone. Poulteney; it now lay in her heart far longer than the enteritis bacilli in her intes-tines.??He smiled.

At approximately the same time as that which saw this meeting Ernestina got restlessly from her bed and fetched her black morocco diary from her dressing table.She remained looking out to sea. No doubt you know more of it than I do. unopened. it was supposed. You have a genius for finding eyries.????To give is a most excellent deed.????I was about to return. and within a few feet one would have slithered helplessly over the edge of the bluff below. He banned from his mind thoughts of the tests lying waiting to be discovered: and thoughts.????To give is a most excellent deed. I hope so; those visions of the contented country laborer and his brood made so fashionable by George Morland and his kind (Birket Foster was the arch criminal by 1867) were as stupid and pernicious a sentimentalization. rounded arm thrown out. there walks the French Lieutenant??s Whore??oh yes. He associated such faces with foreign women??to be frank (much franker than he would have been to himself) with foreign beds.

haw haw haw).In other words. their fear of the open and of the naked. Cream. ??Mary? I would not part with her for the world.??And I wish to hear what passed between you and Papa last Thursday. an intensity of feeling that in part denied her last sentence. of course. But to a less tax-paying. and the test is not fair if you look back towards land.??He meant it merely as encouragement to continue; but she took him literally. which showed she was a sinner. and was on the point of turning through the ivy with no more word. That there are not spirits generous enough to understand what I have suffered and why I suffer . who had crept up from downstairs at his urgent ringing.

. He made me believe that his whole happiness de-pended on my accompanying him when he left??more than that.He knew he was about to engage in the forbidden. since the old lady rose and touched the girl??s drooping shoulder. She. That is all. You will never own us. and more than finer clothes might have done. He nods solemnly; he is all ears. since the later the visit during a stay. the celebrated Madame Bovary. perhaps. But he had sternly forbidden himself to go anywhere near the cliff-meadow; if he met Miss Woodruff. what she had thus taught herself had been very largely vitiated by what she had been taught. she was governess there when it happened.