Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 161: what you’re looking at

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148 ANGELINA}; OR, was no knowing what construction his suspicions might pat upon the event, or whether he might not surmise that Mrs. Montmorency was accessary to it. That thought, however, she did not suffer to remain on her mind many minutes, for she considered that her uncle could never be so unjust, or so unreasonable as to suppose that Mrs. Montmorency, (whose unimpeachable character he so well knew), would be guilty of such a crime, in which she could not possibly have the slightest interest. The vessel got under weigh immediately, and Angelina now felt that they were skimming over the sea ata most rapid rate, and she had not the least doubt but that it was their intention to convey her once more to the old Grey Lower. {§ The Baron de Morton, she reflected, must have some very powerfal reason for iltus so resolately pursuing his persecution towards her, but. what that reason could be, she had not the means of forming even the most vague cen- jecture. That he would use such means as would effectually prevent her from again escaping from him, she had not the slightest doubt; and, therefore, which- ever way she directed her thoughts, they were met only by dark despair. ‘Alas! dear Clifford,’ she reflected, ‘‘ to what a dreadful fate has your unbappy passion for me exposed you ;—it is my greatest misfortune to make those who are my best friends, partakers of the troubles that are continually Falling to my lot.” The old woman, who continued in the cabia with our heroine, and employed herself in knitting, several times gave utterance to a monosyllabic expression, and seemed anxious to elicit a reply from her, but, finding that all her efforts were ineffectual, she abandoned it, and shortly afterwards she quitted the cabin, and Angelina, (much to ber relief), was left to herself. She traversed the narrow confines of the cabin with hesty and agitated steps; and wrung her hands with the most intense agony; then scalding tears rushed to her eyes, and partially relieved her overcharged bosom. She tried the cabia door, but it was fast. Oh, that she could only have made her way to the deck, she felt that she could more freely have rushed upon death, rather than continue to endure the bitter suffering she was now undergoing, and that which she apprehended she had yet to undergo. The dashing of the waves against the sides of the vessel, came with a melan- choly sound upon her ears, and every now and then, the loud and boisterous Jaughter of the ruffians, who seemed to be carousing and enjoying themselves, alarmed her, while her ears were frequently shocked by their blackguard expressions and oaths, ’ Thus passed away several weary, dull, and monotonous hours, and Angelina experienced no change, and no relief from the anguish of her bosom. It was night, and a dead silence reigned o’er everything around, save at intervals, when the wind, which blew pretty fresh, howled through the different parts of the ship, and the sea-mew uttered its pitiful wailing cry. None of the mon offered to intrude upon her, but the old woman came into the cabin again, and it appeared that it was her intention to stay there all the night. This ciroum- stance, Angelina much regretted, for the very looks of the old woman were sufficient to inspire her with disgust and horror, and she could not, for the life of her, find courage sufficient} to a a word to ber, or even to gianee towerds her. ies . @ COL NOOKS ACO