Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 160: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARKS ABBEY, 147 distance; she also observed another boat fastened beneath the rocks,” but she did not know whether it belonged to Ruthven and his party, or to Hugh They soon came up to the ship, and went on board, and our heroine was convinced that it was the same vessel in which she had been conveyed to the Grey Tower, for she recognised several of the crew among the fellows upon deck. She was taken into a smal] but comfortable cabin, where she was left in the charge of an old woman of shrivelled and waspish aspect, and who looked upon ker with the most forbidding gestures. Angelina’s heart was almost broken, but the uncertainty of the fate of Clif- ford agonized her more, even than the danger in which she was placed, and her bosom was the abode of the greatest horrer and apprehension. Knowing, how- ever, how useless it would be to make any complaint, and turning with disgust from the revolting old woman, she remained silent, and with clasped hands and upraised eyes, she mentally breathed a prayer to Heaven for its protection, and then seating herself in one corner of the cabin, she covered her face with her handkerchief, and gave herself up to the dismal feelings her situation gave rise to, | ‘“* What a terrible fate is mine,” reflected the poor girl, ‘“‘ I am truly unfor- tunate ; there is always something occurring to render me miserable. I am completely the sport of fortune, and yet never do I do anything to deserve such misfortune. Alas! Angelina, what little cause have you to wish to live; since it seems that you are doomed to contioual misery.” At this moment, a noise upon the deck attracted her attention, and she listened carefully, thinking to be able to ascertain the cause of it, but she could distinguish only a murmuring of many voices, and the heavy stamping of feet over ber head, and once imagined she heard the groans of some person as if ia the greatest agony. . A thought in a moment darted across her brain ;— it was her lover they had brought on board ;—it was Hugh Clifford, and this idea, while it gave her some assurance tbat he still lived, filled her with the most poignant anguish, for in the power of the baron, (who had reagon enough to hate him), she trembled at the fate to which he would, in all probability, be exposed, and at the almost utter hopelessness of her being again rescued, since he wasrendered unable to assist her, and all knowledge of whither she had gone, and in whose power she was, would not reach the ears of her friends. What anguish would they endure when they -heard of her disappearance, the mys- tery of which would be’greatly increased by the disappearance of Hugh Clif~ ford also. Which ever way she directed her thougts, she saw not the least thing which could inspire hope in her bosom. The baron, no doubt, greatly in- censed at the manner in which his nefarious designs had been foiled, would treat her with increased severity, and she might dread the worst from his savage temper, and the’strange hatred he seemed to bear towards her. Upon Hugh Clifferd, too, who had rescued her from his power, she had not the least doubt butithat his [deadliest vengeance wonld ‘fall, and that thought caused her more pain than the idea of any torture she might be subjected to herself. She also felt greatly for the awkward and disagreeable situation in which ‘Mxa- Montmorency was placed by the circumstance; for Mr. Woodfield [had entrusted her to her care, thinking that she would be perfectly safe,fand there COL @ OO SS (CO)