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THE VOTARIES OF FASHION.
IN FOUR VOLUMES,
By LOUISA SIDNEY STANHOPE,
If I lash vice in general fiction,
PRINTED FOR J. F. HUGHES,
ANTONIA trembled as the carriage approached the vicarage; she knew not why, yet her heart beat with a strong and secret impulse: the account which sister Benedicta had given of her parents recurred to her memory: a sickening sensation bleached her cheeks, and compelled her to rest for support against the frame of the window.
Worlds would she have exchanged, had she possessed them, for the respite of a few hours :--the dreaded Geraldine, decked in all the boast of beauty,
presented herself to her view, and mocked her with exulting rivalry. Sir Frederic was the only witness of her emotion; Mrs. Moreland and the children were stationed at another window; and the doctor and Dauverne had hastened to the gate to receive the marquis, who was alone, having left his family at the Grange. His eyes were rivetted on her features, yet she perceived not his scrutiny, and when the carriage stopped, and the step was let down, Alight was the momentary impulse: she sprung forward, Sir Frederie snatched her hand, mercy's sake let me pass,” she murmured; “I cannot, cannot see him."
Why this agitation, Miss Forrester ?" he inquired, throwing his arm round her waist, and forcibly detaining her.
- Believe me, in the Marquis of Allingthorn you will find a friend, not a severe guardian. See, he comes ! his appearance, I am sure,
is not appalling:" Antonia looked up; the marquis approached the windowmet her eyes-started--pressed his hand
upon his forehead, and receded a few paces. At length with a smiling aspect he took her hand and raised it to his lips. “ Antonia,” he said, " I am not a stranger : in me acknowledge an old friend a friend who in infancy has carried you—in youth will guard you--in maturity will bless you." ** You knew then my parents,” slie articulated, in a voice scarcely audible. « I did--but no matter,” he replied, in hurried accents; " I am their representative-I am your guardian: and if tenderness, affection, and care can supply the loss, you shall nëver feel it.” Antonia could only sob her thanks; the marquis for many moments stoed gazing intently on her, then starting from his reveric-" Pardon this agitation,” he exclaimed, your resemblance, Miss Forrester, to a