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TELL me, Sophy, my dear, what do you think of our new visitors? _Vicar of Wakefield_.
MRS. MERTON and her daughter were already in the middle drawing-room, seated on either side of Mrs. Leslie, -- the former a woman of quiet and pleasing exterior, her face still handsome, and if not intelligent, at least expressive of sober good-nature and habitual content; the latter a fine dark-eyed girl, of decided countenance, and what is termed a showy style of beauty, -- tall, self-possessed, and dressed plainly indeed, but after the approved fashion. The rich bonnet of the large shape then worn; the Chantilly veil; the gay French _Cachemire_; the full sleeves, at that time the unnatural rage; the expensive yet unassuming _robe de soie_; the perfect _chaussure_; the air of society, the easy manner, the tranquil but scrutinizing gaze, -- all startled, discomposed, and half-frightened Evelyn.