Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 155: what you’re looking at

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142 ANGELINA}; OR, guess, for I have such a wultiplicity of admirers, that I might, positively, if I liked, have a fresh beau for every day in the year. Heigho !—what a thing it is to be a little pretty, Angelina ; the men do tease the very life-time out of you.””. Alttough her mind was so fully occupied with that one engrossing subject Angelina could not tefrain from smiling at the vanity of her companion, and said,— ww * Why, Charlotte, as you say you have so many lovers, and that you do not deign to shhile upon any of them, you will, certainly, have a deal to answer for, owing to the number of hearts you will be the cause of breaking.” ** All that may be very true, my dear,’’ observed Charlotte, smiling,“ but then I sometimes do give one or two of the poor fellows a smile, which relieves my conecience greatly.” ‘‘But I am afraid, my dear Charlotte,’ returned Angelina, ‘‘that if you act in that manner you will gain the name of a coquette, which is no easy title to get rid of again.” * Well, they may e’en call me what they please,’’ said Charlotte, “ it will not affect me much; for, in fact, I scarcely know what [ am myself. How- ever, our serenader seems to have got tired of his job, and, therefore, let us e’en go to sleep again, Angelina.” But it was very little sleep that our heroine could obtain that night, and when she did, it was only to dream of Hugh Clifford. She longed, yet dreaded to meet him; her affection urged her on to endeas- vour to do so, but then her duty to the commands of Mr. Woodfield, and the spirit of her mother, forbade her. It was, indeed, a painful struggle with her feelings, and many a severe pang did it cost her, before she could make up her mind to obey the dictates of duty. How he had become acquainted with the place she was staying at, she could not imagine, for it was very evident that Mr. Woodfield would not ioform him, and if Kate of the Ruins was aware of at, she would be equally careful in not divulging it to him. } She could not imagine that Clifford would act so imprudently as to endea- vour to seek an interview with her at the house, but she had no doubt that he would wait about in the neighbourhood, in the hope of seeing her; but anxieus as she was once more to hehold him, she was fearful of doing so in the company of Charlotte, and she, therefore, declined their accustomed walks on the foil- lowing day, on the plea of indisposition, and remainé at home in the society -of Mrs. Montmorency, whose lively and intelligent discourse succeeded in par- tially eastranging her thoughts from the subject which had before so fully occu- vied them Two days passed away in this manner, and Angelina neither heard nor saw any thing more of Hugh Clifford. She became restless, and her melancholy ia- . creased, for the idea of bis having quitted the place without having made an effort to see her, afflicted her more than ali, and it was some time before she could banish it from her thoughts. It was on the third day after the circumstance we have mentioned had taken place, that Ann, the servant girl of Mrs. Montmorency, came running into Angelina's apartment when she was alone, and had been engaged in reading, with curtosity depicted iu her countenance, and in breathless haste, said,— ** Lor’, Miss, what do you think ?”” COL @ NOOKS ACO