Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 158: what you’re looking at

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TUR MYSTERY OP ST. MARK'S ABBEY. 145. soclety of Charlotte and her mother endeavoured to banish the recollection of it from her memory. The following day, Angelina walked out alone, Charlotte having an engage- ment with one of her female acquaintances. The fineness of the weather in- daced her to wander farther than she had at first intended, and she was re- torning hastily towards home, thinking that Mrs. Montmorency would be surprised at her lengthened absence, when she was astonished to hear her name repeated by some one behind, and turning round, her amazement and Gonfusion may be easily guessed, when she beheld Hugh Clifford ronning to- wards her. Completely paralized, she could not move a step, and the next moment Hugh Clifford was pressing her raptorously to his bosom. “ Oh, Angelina, dearest girl,” he exclaimed, in accents of indescribable ten- dernens, “‘ do we then again meet—do I once more embrace you? Alas! that we should ever part, that anything should occur to place & barrier between the union of twe fond hearts so ardently devoted to each other. Speak to me, my love, in those accents of affection I have listened to with such rapturous delight, ony that you still love me; say that you have not forgotten me, or —” “Oh, Clifford,” interrupted Angelina, “too traly de I feel I love you, and that with all the effervesence of woman’s fondest passion; but we are for- bidden to love each other; cruel Destiny ordains that we should be no more than as friends, and we must submit. Alas! that we ever met, since it mugt be 20 \” , ; No. 10 comicbooks.com