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    streets, at once, as he saw that evening. All
    the carriages in town rolled past us as we went down Wall Street, and by
    the time we reached William Street, the pavements resembled a procession,
    more than anything else. As every one was in full dress, the effect was
    pleasing, and the evening being fine, most of the gentlemen carried their
    hats in their hands, in order not to disturb their curls, thus giving to
    the whole the air of a sort of vast drawing-room. I never saw a more lovely
    creature than Anneke Mordaunt appeared, as she led our party, on this
    occasion. The powder had got a little out of her fine auburn hair, and on
    the part of the head that was not concealed by a cap, that shaded half her
    beautiful face, it seemed as if the rich covering bestowed by nature
    was about to break out of all restraint, and shade her bust with its
    exuberance. Her negligée was a rich satin, flounced in front, while the
    lace that dropped from her elbows seemed as if woven by fairies, expressly
    for a fairy to wear. She had paste buckles in her shoes, and I thought I
    had never beheld such a foot, as was occasionally seen peeping from beneath
    her dress, while she walked daintily, yet with the grace of a queen, at my
    side. I do not thus describe Anneke with a view of inducing the reader to
    fancy her stately and repulsive; on the contrary, winning ease and natural
    grace were just as striking in her manner, as were beauty, and sentiment,
    and feeling in her countenance. More than once, as we walked side by side,
    did I become painfully conscious how unworthy I was to fill the place I
    occupied. I believe this humility is one of the surest signs of sincere
    love.

    At length we reached the theatre, and were permitted to enter. All the
    front seats were occupied by blacks, principally in New York liveries; that
    is to say, with cuffs, collars and pocket-flaps of a cloth different from
    the coat, though a few were in lace. These last belonged to the topping
    families, several of which gave colours and ornaments almost as rich as
    those that I understand are constantly given at home. I well remember that
    two entire boxes were retained by servants, in shoulder-knots, and much
    richer dresses than common, one of whom belonged to the Lt. Governor,
    and the other to my Lord Loudon, who was then Commander-In-Chief. As the

    company entered, these domestics disappeared, as is usual, and we all
    took our seats on the benches thus retained for us. Bulstrode's care was
    apparent in the manner in which he had provided for Anneke, and her party,
    which, I will take it on myself to say, was one of the most striking, for
    youth and good looks, that entered the house that evening.

    Great was the curiosity, and deep the feeling, that prevailed, among the
    younger
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