Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 108: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 95 Angelina with extacy; at the same time an indefinable fecling came over her heart, and she trembled with agitation, as Hugh gracefully bent one knee, and respectfully pressing her hand to his lips, thus ejaculated :— “Fair lady, Hegh Clifford considers these the happiest moments of his life, in which he bas been rendered instrumental ia saving you from danger. Your smile more than repays him,and he trusts that time will prove that he is mot undeserving of a contineance of your friendship.’’ Angelina could not make any reply, bat ber looke spoke more than words could possibly have done. Never had she gazed upon a more handsome or nobie-looking man ; never had she listened to sweeter words, or expressed with greater delicacy. Could it be possible that be had always been used to the lawless life he was then in }—Oh, no, she could not believe that he had beens some heavy misfortunes bad driven him to it, and in this opinion, the account of Bridget confirmed her. Involuntarily she sighed, and turned to- wards Mr. Woodfield. The vessel had been got under weigh immediately after they had gone on board, and as she rapidly pursued her course from the Grey Tower, Angelina began to feel more componed, aad partook of the refreshments provided, after which, at the request of Mr. Woodfield, she gave a minute detail of all that had happened to her since her abduction. The indignation cf her uncle at the recital of the baron’s villany, way readily be imagined, and he dwelt with breathless impatience upon every word she uttered, The narrative no less excited his astonishment than bis wrath, and he frequently Interrupted her by giving utterance to ae expression of his wonder and perplexity. When she related the particulars of ber losing the locket, and the conversation she had overheard between Rufus and De Morton in the secret chamber, he evinced considerable emotion, aud for some minutes paced the cabin with hasty and uneven steps. as if buried in deep meditation; at intervals muttering incoherent sentences to himself ; at Jength turning to our heroine, he raid -— + I am perfectly at a loss to conceive what can be the baron’s motives fer such extraordinary and violent conduct ;—he must be labouring under some singular delusion, and hig bebaviour looks more like that of a madman than anything else; at any rate I am determined to havea full explanation of it, and to take such measures as shall secure you in future from his fury.” *¢ But, my dearest uncle,” observed Angelina, “after the repeated circam- stances that I have encounte:ed; the conduct of the baron, and the words that have been told me by—by another party, I cannot belp thinking that there is some mystery attached tv my birth, which you have particular rea- sons for concealiag.”’ ‘* Mystery |!” repeated Mr. Woodfield, in a confused manner, ** what mean you—what mystery should there be f—'Psha!—You are talking absurd, my love. And pray, what have you been told by some other party, and who is the said party, whose name you seem so fearfal of disclosing ?”’ Angelina mentioned the warning she had received from Kate of the Ruias, the first time she had encountered her, but concealed her name, and likewise where it had taken place. «+ Nay.” said her uncle, ** this is not like my Angelina; why should you be eo fearful of revealing to me the name of the person who gave you this tmpor- dant information ?” : . COL @ OO SS (CO)