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Book, page 361 / 433 to--" "Hush, hush! you don't consider how loud you are speaking." "Am I?" said Helen, alarmed, and lowering her tone; "but then, why did you say I was not well?" "Because you looked so pale." "Pale! I'm sure I don't look pale," said Helen--"do I?" "Not now, indeed," said Emma, smiling. "Was not it an excellent shot?" said Mr. Mountague, returning to them; "but you were not near enough to see it; do come and look at it." Mrs. Temple rose and followed him.--"I can't say," continued he, "that I particularly admire lady archeresses; but this really is a surprising shot." "It really is a surprising shot," said Helen, looking at it quite at ease. But a moment afterwards she observed that Mr. Mountague's eyes were not intent upon the _surprising shot_, but were eagerly turned to another side of the green, where, illuminated by the rays of the setting sun, stood a beautiful figure, playing with a silver arrow, totally unconscious, as he imagined, either of her own charms or his admiration.--"Are you acquainted with Lady Augusta?" said Mr. Mountague. "Yes," said Mrs. Temple. "Are you?" "Not yet; but I have met her mother often in town--a silly, card-playing woman. I hope her daughter is as little like her in her mind as in her person." Here Mr. Mountague paused, for they had walked up quite close to the seemingly unconscious beauty.--"Oh, Mrs. Temple!" said she, starting, and then recovering herself, with an innocent smile--"is it you? I beg ten thousand pardons," and, offering a hand to Helen and Emma, seemed delighted to see them. Helen involuntarily drew back her hand, with as much coldness as she could without being absolutely rude. It was now late in the evening, and as the ball was to begin at ten, the ladies called for their carriages, that they might drive to their
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