Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 166: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARE’S ABBEY. 155 yet anxious to have her curiosity gratified, Angelina did as the ruffian com- manded her, and Rathven led the way from the dungeon, thiougha short nar. row passage, until they came to an iron door, to the lock of which Ruthven applied a key, and after some difficulty the door was opened, and revealed a dangeon similar to the one they had just quitted, only it was larger, and if postible, more wretched; the place was involved in utter darkness when Ruthven opened the door, asd our heroine, terrified at the sight, started back a few paces, until Ruthven scowled upon her, when, with trembling steps, she entered the place, and stared aghast at the appalling spectacle which met her view. At fist, the rays emitted by the lamp were so faint that she was unable to distinguish anything but a black void; but at length she was hor- ror-struck at beholding, in one corner of the dungeon, crouched up on some straw, a form, which was so squalid and emaciated, that she could not at first imagine it was anything human. It was chained to the wall, and in a sitting postare, with the arms resting upon its knees, and its head reclining on its hands, apparently, iu a state of insensibility, while its dishevelled hair, which was very long, completely concealed its features from observation; by its side stood a stone pitcher, and there was not a single article of furniture in the loathsome cell. Angelina’s feelings were harrowed up to complete horror at the sight of this revolting and pitiable object. It was.a woman, and it was evident that from her had proceeded those cries which had so much elarmed her. She never offered to move or alter her position in the least when they entered, and seemed to be either dead, or unconscious of all around her. F No. 20 comicbooks.com