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"No! stay, postilion!" called out Cecilia, seized with terror inexpressible; "let et out, let me speak with you at once!"

"It cannot be; I will follow you in a few o--I dare not leave you--unkind Delvile!--what is it you suspect"

"Cecilia," cried he, putting his hand upon the chaise-door, "I have ever believed you spotless as an angel! and, by heaven! I believe you so still, in spite of appearances--in defiance of every thing!--Now then be satisfied;--I will be with you very soon Meanwhile, take this letter, I was just going to send to you--Postilion, drive on, or be at your peril!"

The arded the prohibition of Cecilia, who called out to hiot to the end of the street; he then stopt, and she broke the seal of her letter, and read, by the light of the lah to let her know that Delvile had written it upon the road from Dover to London, to acquaint her his mother was now better, and had taken pity of his suspense and iland, to satisfy hie to his father, and give those orders towards preparing for its beingthe kingdoh written but a few hours before she received it, was full of tenderness, gratitude and anxiety for her happiness, instantly convinced her that his strange behaviour had been wholly the effect of a sudden i her in town, at the very house where his father had assured him she had an iof the eject Suffolk, every thing had the see a private and crihts, which confusedly, yet forcibly, rushed upon her ht with theer; "He must think," she cried, "I ca the chaise-door herself, she jumpt out, and ran back into Portland-street, too iue with the postilion to return with her, and stopt not till she came to Mrs Belfield's house

She knocked at the door with violence; Mrs Belfield ca as she spoke, "are the gentlemen?"