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STRIKING LIKENESSES;

OR,

TIIE VOTARIES OF FASHION.

A NOVEL

IN FOUR VOLUMES.

BY LOUISA SIDNEY STANHOPE,
Author of Montbrasil Abbey,' and " The

Bandit's Bride.'

If I lash vice in general fiction,
Ht I apply't, or self-conviction ?

GAY.

V O L. III.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR J. F. HUGHES,
15, PATERNOSTER-Row, and 5, WIGMORE-STREET,

CAVENDSIH-SQUARE.

249. v, 335.

Printed by B. Clarke, Well-Street. STRIKING LIKENESSES. ..; ",1!

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.} : CHAP. I.

.: ; . ,f See you yon 'spire, Antonia ?" said the marquis, as he led her forward, ** "Tis to the house of death

. I am conducting you. Nay, do not tremble; for you are innocent, sweet girl; and naught can harm you. It is a walk solitary and forlorn-a walk I have taken in the dead of night, wlien my tions 'disco heard, and

which harrows up the soul of guilt, and whispers the horrors of retribution. Oui, Antonia, Antonia!” | He strụck his clenched hand against

my lamenta

VOL. III.

" It

his breast, and uttered a piercing groan. - Let us return, my Lord,” implored his terrified companion : “the evening is gloomy, the sky is louring: the recollection of past events are often painful; and why should we seek to fan the embers of melancholy ?" is a duty I have vowed to perform, said the marquis, pausing-" a duty, unconscious girl, my bleeding heart pants after.

The world thinks me happy, because I am rich, great, and powerful--because 1. bear the "semblance of gaiety in the dissipation of my family: but oh, Miss Forrester! could the soul be read-could its secret lineaments speak in the countenance, what a world of care, what a world of remorse, what a world of an

. guish would here be deciphered! The oppressed would turn away with pity : the slave would say that man is not to be envied. But we lose time; let us proceed ;” and again they hurried

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forward. It grows dark,” he continued : the spot will be no longer discernible. Come, come, Antonia,” at the same time plunging into a small

grove of

and bay,

cypress Funereal, pensive birch its languid arms That drops, with waving willows doomed to

weep, And shivering aspins."

A pleasing sadness stole over the spirits of Antonia : every impression of fear vanished; and the tear of sensibility, of unnamed emotion, trembled in

her eye.

scene

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Gloomy and dark was the around. The marquis, clad in mystery, was the only living object she beheld: all else scemed wrapt in the grave's awful stillness: What to think she knew not: for what purpose, or whither he was conducting her, she had yet to learn. Suffering and dejected, she saw hin labouring under some

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