Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 136: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY. 123 peace, and the future happiness of her, you have acknowledged you love, do not persist in urging your passion ;—-do not seek to strengthen an affection in her heart, which, a6 it is without the least chance of being gratified, might cause that heart to break.” * And what can be this strange, this mighty obstacle you mention?” de- manded Clifford, in a state of great agitation. ‘6T¢ is a cecret none must be acquainted with at present,” answered Mr. Woodfield ;—“ but let it suffice that it is so, and that my wishes must he obeyed.” “They must;’’ exclaimed a loud voice, and the next moment Kate of the Ruins darfed from behind the alcove, and stood before them, fixing her eyes sternly upon the smuggler ceptain, who seemed astonished and bewil- dered at her sudden and unexpected appearance, and turned away his head in evident confusion ;—* Rash bey!" she continued, after a brief pause, ‘seek not to disobey, as yon value your own peace, and that of her who has ever been your deares: friend. Alas! you know not the dreadful conse- quences that the indulgence of this unhappy love may be productive of. I shudder to contemplate them.” ‘*By my soul, this mystery is insapportable,” cried Hugh Clifford, pas- sionafely, ‘are all my hopes to be blighted by an accursed fate, over which it appears I have no controul, but which I cannot fathom ?—Why do you not solve this painful riddle.” ‘* At preseut, it must not be,’ answered Kate ;—‘‘but it is the will of a Power we dare not question, and you must submit to it. Follow me, Hugh!” Kate spoke this in an authoritative tone, and by her manners, showed that she could command obedience. Ctifford at first hesitated, and turned a look of entreaty upon Mr. Woodfield, but the latter averted his head, and Kate having repeated her mandate, he reluctantly obcyed, and slowly left the spot, followed by that mysterious wotnan,—and Mr. Woodfield hastened into the cottage. Angelina had retired to her own apartment, but her uncle did not inquire for her, although it was evident that his mind was greatly agitated, and he frequently strode hastily across the room, and seemed to be absorbed in the most painful thought. Mrs. Woodfield and Laura (the latter of whom was with her cousin up stairs), were perfectly aware of what had happened, and being prepussessed in favour of Hugh Clifford, who, during the time he had been at the cottage had compietely charmed them by the sweetness and urbanity of his manners, sincerely sympathised with them in their affection, and would have felt glad had no obstacle presented itself to their union; though why Mr. Woodfield should be opposed to it, unless it was on account of Clitford being a srugsler, they could not conjecture. Many were the tears of bitter anguish our hergine shed when she retired to her room ;—just at the moment when she felt the full effervescence of that flame which had for some time heen gathering in her bosom ;—when she had listened with ecstatic delight to the ardent asseverations of Clifford ;—when her lips had acknowledged a reciprocal attachment, and at that moment she felt that he was dearer to her than her own life, that he was,as it were, interwoven with her very existence, her uncle had appeared, and his looks COL @ OO SS (CO)