Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 109: what you’re looking at

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96 ANGELINA$ OR, ** Pardon me, my dear uacie,” remarked our hepoine, ** but { must not.” Mr. Woodfield seemed vexed and dissatisfied, and remained silent for a shurt time. ‘This in ridicalous, tis childish ;°—-at length he said;—* You have been perusing rome old romances, until—but let as change the subject.” ' ‘Phey now walked upon the deck. It was a beautiful staslight sight, and the moon shed her broad beams upen the undulating mirrer, reflecting a myriad of dazziing beauties. The light sails fluttered gently in the breeze, which came pure and refreshing across the expansive ocean, while the vessel - smoothly glided on her way, skimming over the waves with the lightness of a sephyr. As her eye fell upon the sturdy figure of some old smuggler, standing in the reflection of the moonbeams, and smoking hie short black pipe,—with his huge dark whiskers, and strongly lined features; Angelina could not help feeling powerfully the novelty of ber situation, and then ber thoughts would immediately revert to Hugh Clifford, and the degrading life in which one so well calculated to adorn any society, was placed by some Untoward fate; and to say that these thoughts were not accompanied by a feeling of deep regret, would be concealing the truth. Soon after our herofne and her uncle had been upon the deck, they were joined by Hugh, and they entered into a discourse upon different topics in each of which, he displayed intellectual and conversational powers. of the highest order, and Angelina listened with the most unconirullable pleasure te all that he said. “Yours must be a precarious life, sir,” remarked Mr. Woodfield. ‘S aad it Is one which is surrounded by danger ;—pardon me, { wish not to appear inquisitive, but | cannot help thinking that it mast have beer somo very strange and unfortunate circumstances that could have driven a person like you to such a calling.” | #7 ** Ay,” replied Hugh, witha sigh, “ young as | am, I have had my share | ‘of trouble ;—but no matter—it is all over now, and the secret belongs to my own breast alone.—As for this life, which you scem to enteriain but such an indifferent opinion of, sir,—it suits my natures-—I am wedded to it--I love it as a patriot loves his country ;—and my gallant barque heie, dearly asa parent loves his child. Many a rough gale has she borne me safely through ; and many—many a golden harvest has she conveyed me to shore, her and I will never part company till one or the other of as is laid low.” There was a fine manly energy and sincerity in the smuggler’s tone and general demeanour, which could not but create the deepest interest and ad- miration, and Angelina marked allhe said with the strictest attention. Mr. Woodfield seemed to be no lees pleased with his companion than was oar heroine, and they continued to converse together, heedless of the flight of time. In the course of the evening, a circumstance took place, which confused Angelina greatly, and occasioned her considerable uneasiness. The miniature, which helonged to Hugh, and which she had ever since, for safety, con- tinued to wear in her bosom, accidentally fell out, and the smuggler observed it. In a moment an expression of pleasure illumined his features, which the blushing Angelina could not but understand, and she hastily concealed it from his view. She would have restored it to him, but she was restrained NOOKS @ COL (CO)