Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 159: what you’re looking at

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146 ANGELINA$ OR, $< Ob,{mo, Roy say ot 20, my sweetest,” ejaculated Clifford, “it must not, shall not be—surely Heaven sanctions our love, or why inspire our hearts with such an intense, such a mutual passion? Yes, yes, believe me, dear girl, = opposition is oaly the offspring of caprice, or to further the designs of —— “6 Clifford,” said Angelina, withdrawing berself from his embrace with a look of surprise, “and can you venture to impugn the character of my excellent uncle, by attributing to him motives which I am sure his nature would despise t You surprise me, Clifford, indeed you do.” «Oh, pardon me, my dearest Angelina,” cried Clifford, ‘‘° the impetuosity of my love hurries me into the expression of sentiments I can enly afterwards ~ regret. Heaven forbid that I should do your uncle an injustice, but surely it & cruel to seek to divide two hearts so truly formed to meet ”’ “It is indeed hard, Clifford,” returned Angelina, in accents ef melancholy regret; ‘“‘ but I am certain that my uncle does it for the best, and however it may, and will, wring my heart, I must obey. Leave me, Clifferd, I implore you ; this is only adding fresh agony to a bosom already the residence ef such acute anguish ;—leave me, Clifford, and in the society of other females, forget that you ever beheld Angelina.’’ ‘‘ Forget you, Angelina,” cried Hugh Clifford, fervently 3 ‘‘ never, by Heaven! nay, I feel it is impossible ! You are so interwoven with my nature, that you have,as it were, become a portion of myself—and nothing but death can divide the union. But-can you wish me, Angelinato leave you? Alas! did you love with the fervour of the passion which inhabits my bosom, never could you utter such a wish !”” “© Oh, Clifford !’’ ejaculated our heroine, in a voice of extreme agitation, “in pity to my sufferings do not ” ‘¢ Down with him !” at that moment exclaimed a coarse voice, which pro- ceeded from immediately behind them: the next instant Hugh Clifford was felled to the earth by a violent blow from a cudgel, and Angelina, to ber hor- rot, found herself forced away towards the cliffs by the villain Ruthven, and several other ruffians, and the moment she attempted to scream, a gag was thrust into her mouth, and she was forced into a boat, which was lying beneath the rocks, Terror completely paralized the faculties of our heroine on finding herself to be once more in the power of the{myrmidon of her bitterest, her most dread- ed enemy, and she was totally incapable of making the least attempt at resist anee, (although that would have been useless), and could not even give utter- ance to the slightest outcry, as the ruffians forced her away towards the boat, while some stayed behind with Hugh Ciifford, who, with a feeling of horror, too powerful for us to describe, she had not the least doubt they intended to murder. <‘ See to that fellow,’ Evans,” cried Ruthven, as they hastened away, address. ing himself to! one of the wretches who was leaning over him; ‘ you know how to dispose of him.” ‘< Ay, ay,’ replied the man, “that is all right ; 1’ll warrant he does not slip through my fingers.” ‘¢Mind he does not,” returned Ruthven. The next moment they had ‘yeached the boat, into which they hurried Angelina, and the meg plied stoutly at the oars, ‘making towards a vessel, which she perceived lying. ata COL @ NOOKS ACO