Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 135: what you’re looking at

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{22 ANGELINA$ OR, Mr. Woodfield hesitated for a short time, but seeing the earnestness of Clif- ford’s tiatiitr, ahd probably remembering that gratitude fur the eerti€6 he Bad done fim, démanded some Hitle consideration, he relented, add sidde the followitg answer :— | } ‘ST wilt yield to your request ;—Angelina, retire.” With iteiibling step, aud without tenturing to give a glance towards Hugh Clifford, cits heroine ebéyed, and her uncle having watched her safely tato tlie cottage, turned to the former and said :— Now, sit, what have you to say in excuse fut your condact ” ss t Love, ardent, pure, and sincere love,” answered Hugh Clifford, fervently $ —‘‘oh, iy dear sir, surely 1 mag be excused for intbibing an afféctich fot a ddmse}, whose intrinsic and personal charms would e'en kitdie love in a stélc’s Heart i—By heaven! I.——” a ‘‘ Nay, sir;” interrupted Mr. Woodfield, “ I wish not to Sede any dW, they Vill all be useless; fate has placed an itseparable barrier Bethea FbU; tod yst must meet no more.” ) _ *< Burely this deciston is cruel, is harsh;" said Hugh, reproachfiilly,—** but I can easily conjecture your reason ,—yodu scoré me, because FE adi &. itiitig - gler !—But lawless as you will say { am, Hugh Clifurd cannot reproach bim- stif with the performance of a single action which codld call the Wluiti of shame into his face, or which he would sot readily perform agalh. But ehodgh of that,—I lové—TI attore your beauteeus niece, and this day I hive rettived an assurance from her sweet lips—’® | &} heard it,’ interrupted Mr. Woodfield, hrspaticnily, “ Tt wat, duabtiéss, extorted front her, and therefore-——” ‘¢ By Heaven you wrong me!” exclaimed Hugh. ‘* Then why meet io a clandestine manner 2?” demanded the other,—“ @hy sot seck my consent in the first instance 2° ‘It was my intention to have thrown myself at your feet this very day, end acknowledging our mutual passion, reqnest of tou to suffer me to pay my addresses to Angelina,’’ replied Clifford. “That would have been useless,” retusned Mr. Woodficld, “I repeat, tit you inust forget each other.” - ‘6 Impossible!’ Tt must be so, fate ordains it;”? addéd Mr. Woodféld; ** hat Wétede tire, Mr. Clifford, harsh and tyrannical, altiough you may think me, I entertain a due sense of your merils, sod ahall always be happy tb niect you ts a ffiend, but, until you can conquer your unfortunate passion, you end oiy nile cé -ntuit be strangers to one another, It is useless to seck to alter this déetentination 5~~ it is irrevocable.”’ , “If my occupation is the objection,” snid Hugh, “dear ds my brave ‘associates are to the, and warasty.attached as [ ‘am to-the Hfe uf tiverry; here 4¢ once will | renodnce it.” | : ‘¢Forget that ever you saw Angelina,” exclximed Mr. Woedfield, fn a tone of pity, bet decision 3 “erate her image froth your heart, for she ‘can hever be yours.”’ Never, by——"” , ‘¢ Hold !” interrapted Mr. Woodfield, “again I tell you vows are tiie; and Mr. Clifford, I caution you, nay, I entreat of you as you value your éwn COL @ NOOKS ACO