Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 156: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK'S ABBEY. __ 143 € 6 What's the matter, Ann?” inquired our heroine; ‘‘you seem al! in a Murry.” ** "You may say that, Miss,’”? ‘answered the simple giil,—*‘ oh! such an ad- venture.” ** An adventure !” repeated Angelina—‘* what mean you ?”” ** Why, Miss, replied Ann, ‘ J’ll tell you all about it as soon as I can get my breath ;—it’s all concerning you, though.”’ ** Concerning me !’’ ejaculated Angelina, with astonishment ;—‘‘ I cannot understand you, so pray explain yourself.” ‘* Lor, Miss, you are so very impatient,” said the tiresome girl; °° ¥ have run all the way home on purpose to (ell you, and I am ready to drop, s0 you must allow me a minute or two to recover myself.” Our heroine saw it would be useless to seek to lead her out of ber regular course, so she walked to the otner side of the room with some impatience, until such time as Ann thought proper to fi0d herself in a fit condition to im- part the important secret. “ Well, Miss, you must know,” at length, she said, that when I went out of this house about an hour ago, what should the first object be that I clapt my eyes upon but a man!” ‘A mao, you silly girl,” said Angelina, laughing; and pray is there any- thing so remarkable in that ?” 7 ““Why, no, Miss,” replied Ano, ‘‘ there is nothing pertickler, as I knows on, in that, to be sure; but then this man behaved in such a curious way, and that’s what I want to tell you.” ‘‘ In what way do you mean?” asked our heroine, her curiosity being now somewhat excited. ‘““Why, when I went out,” returned Ann, * he was walking backwards and forwards past the house, and looking up at the windows of your apartments, Miss, as if he was anxious to see somebody.” Angelina blushed deeply, as the idea of Hugh Clifford occurred to her mind, and she eagerly inquired,— ‘Ss What kind of a man was he, Ann?” ‘oWhy, Miss, he wus a tall, middle-aged, surly-looking man, with very large eyebrows,’’ answered Ann. ‘‘It certainly was not Hugh Clifford, then,” thought Angelina; ‘*but is that all you have to relate of him, Ann ?” she inquired. ‘Oh, no, Miss,” returned the girl, “that is not all. As I said before, when I first went out, he was watching the windows, apparently to ascertain whether there was somebody there that he knew. But when he saw me, he at first walked away, but afterwards turned back, and stepping up to me, with a smile, which I could not help thinkirg sat very badly upon his savage-looking features, he said,— - } “Good morning to you, my pretty lass’—yes, he said pretly lass,” added Ana, “S Well, well,” ejaculated our heroine, impatiently, ‘* go on—what else did be say ?” ‘“ Why, as I said before, Miss «© Oh, never mind what you said before,” interrupted Angeliaa, impatiently, bat let me know what the man said.” %3 COL @ OO SS (CO)