Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 117: what you’re looking at

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104 ANGELINAS OR, which Kete had given him, to take ao notice of any noises that he might hear, and he paused and remained silent for a few moments. It was aot long, how- ever, before he was agein startled, by buaring a strick still leader: thaw -the preceding.one, and which was immediately foliewed by deep greans ae if a number of persens,in extreme agety. Scarcely bad these subsided, when the plaintive tones of a geitar, tenvhed whe such swectnen; that it brought forth sounds . + Which might create a soul under the ribs of death,” ‘sounded in his ears, and kept him in wonder, and inexpressible delights For ‘full five minutes’ did this lovely melody cotttinue, and the instrument seemed to be played by no earthly band, while Mr. Woodfield listened with the “most breathless attention, fearful of losing even the slightest note: Gradually ‘it died away, and all was again silent as the grave, Lost in astonishment ‘at what he had heard, and scartely crediting his nensés, Mr. Woodfield remained for a few moments buried ia fruitless conjec+ ture. “He was net a timid man, neither was he, as we have before observed, Saperstitios 5 but there was something so very out of the range of com> mon occurrences, in what had lately taken place, that be scarcely knew what — to think, nor to what to attribute them. Here were the wild reports be had ed often beard about the Abbey Ruins all but verified.— What construction, too, could he put upon the singular and superstitious conduct of Kate, in fastening him in the chamber? At one time he was half inclined to suspect her of some treachery and trembled for tbe safety of his nieces but the next “moment he rejected such surmises as absurd, after the proofs she had given of ber friendship to Angelina, and the trouble she had taken to rescue her from ‘danger. _ Having taken another survey of the room ‘ty which be was, Mr. Woodfield once more walked to the casement. The dark clouds that had before nearly concealed the moon's bright face, had now passed over, and objects without, therefore, were rendered more ‘visible, Mr. Woodfield continued to watch for several minutes, without, observing anything to’ particularly excite bis curiosity; but presently he heard a sound as if some person was moaning under the window where he stood, and almost immediately afterwards, a spectral-looking figure in white flowing robes seemed (o glide from some portion of the ruins, and as she darted into the dark- ness beneath, again the terrific shrieks rent the air, followed by groaus and loud laughter, which seemed to proceed from the bowels of the earth, and ~ had a particularly solemn and appalling effect. Completely thunderstruck by what he had‘seen and heard, Mr. Woodfield stood for some time transfixed fo the spot, and still continued to gaze ‘nto the dark vista of trees, where the form vanished, and left him quite at a lors what to think or do. Then he le‘t the casement, and listened at the room door, but not the slightest sounds met his ear, save the moaning of the wind, as it swept along the different avenues, and apertures in the abbey ruins. Some awful mystery is in this, which it is out of my power to unravel or to guess at,” he exclaimed, as hé walked towards the fire, which he stirred, and seated himself beside it; ‘‘alas! what dreadful crimes may not have been perpetrated within these ancient and mouldering walls; how many poor wretches——”” = on COL NOOKS ACO