Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 119: what you’re looking at

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306 ANGELINA; OR, aim, but in vain, the handsome countenance of Hugh Clifford, seemed to be continually before her eyes, and his words to ring in her ears. Every sentence he had uttered was treasured in her memory, and she pondered over them with feelings of the most exquisite delight ;— ‘“‘He is noble, he is generous ;'—she ejaculated, “ Oh, Hugh Clifford, you my gratitade is for ever due !°’ As she thus spoke, she had anconscious'y taken the miniature from her bosom, and with a feeling of the most intense admiration, she gated upon each jineament of a countenance which the artist had so skilfally pencilled. She sighed as she did so, and pressed the miniature fervently to her heart. She was aroused from this state of meditation by hearinz a deep sigh from behind where she was sitting, and on looking round, what was her sur- prise and confusion to hehold Kate of the Ruins contemplating her with a mingled expression of pity and admiration, She hastily thrust the miniature ia her bosom, and cast her eyes towards the floor, abashed that the myterious woman should have abserved ber. ‘© Poor girl, poor girl,” said Kate, as if communing with herself ;—* already has love's potent power taken possession of her heart, and with maiden diff—i- dence she rejects the truth, and would fain assure herself that the passion she feels does not merit so warm a title. Bot it must not be;” she con- tinued in a louder tone, “ it must not be ; maiden, you must crush that passion in the bud, the encouragement of it is fraught with danger, with destruction.” Angelina started, and leoked at the woman with amazement, while the wild rolling of her eyes, and the peculiar expression of her countenance, im- ‘pressed our heroine with an idea that her senses were disordered. ‘‘ Nay,” resumed Kate, in a mild voice, and with a softened look, ‘‘ do not deceive yourself, maiden; you love Hugh‘ Clifford; yes, love him, and it is natural, for he is formed to captivate and to bat I warn you, Ange- lina, and believe me your friend while I do so, [ warn you, I say once more, to endeavour to erase him from your thoughts, until you can think of hin ‘only as a friend.” ‘¢ As such only do I think of him,” replied Angelina, regaiting her com- ‘posure, and feeling vexed at the words of Kate, and the construction she had put upon her conduct, “as the saviour of my life, surely Hugh Clifford is entitled to that name ?” “ He is, he is,’? retarned Kate, “but as such only think of him; indulge no other sentiment, for a barrier is placed petweas you, which is insur- mountable.” Onur heroine felt a deadly chill at her heart as Kate uttered these words. ‘and she looked at her with the most undisguised astonishment. Kate seated herself opposite to her, and fixing her eyes upon her countenance, seemed to be wholly absorbed in the contemplation of her features. <A silence of several minutes ensued, during which interval Kate ‘never removed her eyes from Angelina, or altered her position. “ How like her,” at length she murmured, as if talking to ns, “the very eyes, the very features, the very expression !" ‘s What mean you? of whom do you speak ? And why do you gaze upon me go earnestly ?’? demanded the astonished maiden. ‘6 Ah! there! more like her still ;"* observed the mysterious woinan 3—<¢‘ bus COL @ TOOKSHEO