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but, upon seeing her reach the style, he sprang over it, and, recovering his usual effrontery, offered her his hand.
Juliet knew not whether her risk were greater to proceed or to return; but while she hesitated, a phaeton, which was driving by, stopt, and an elderly lady, addressing the Baronet, in a tone of fawning courtesy, enquired after his health, and added, "So you are come to this famous junket, Sir Lyell?"
Sir Lyell forced a laugh, and bowed low; though he muttered, loud enough for Juliet to hear, "What cursed spies!"
Juliet now perceived Mrs. and Miss Brinville; and neither innocence, nor contempt of calumny, could suppress a rising blush, at being surprised, by persons already unfavourably disposed towards her, in a situation apparently so suspicious.
The countenance of the mother exbibited strong chagrin at sight of Juliet; while the daughter, in a tone of pique, said, "No doubt but you are well amused, Sir Lyell?"
