Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 167: what you’re looking at

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a64 ANGELINA: OR, ‘Good Ged,” cried Angelina, ‘the work of cruelty is accompliished,;—the wnfortunate being is so more.” Ruthven watched the countenance of our heroine narrowly, and whén he gaw the emotion she evinced, a savage grin of gratified revenge, and brutal exulistion, passed over his features; and, at last, pointing to the miserable wretch, who still remained inanimate, he said— ‘¢ Behold ! this is one who is justly punished for daring to betray the trast freposed in her, and who, by her treachery, thwarted the scheines of those if was her duty to obey; but you have not gazed upon her features, probably that nay gratify you, especially if you should happen to recognise those of one Whom you knew.” The ruffian, as he spoke, advanced to the unfortunate woman, and shaking her violently, exclaimed—, ‘‘Come, come, no more of this nonsense, but look up, and pay a proper respect to your visitor; arouse yourself, I say.” The woman, at first, did not offer to move, and Angelina then began to think that the conjecture she had formed of her being dead, was correct; but at length, the ruffian shaking her more fiercely than before, she slowly lifted ap her head, and fixing her eyes upon Ruthven, she uttered a terrific screain, and falling at his feet, in hollow and piteous accents, cried— ‘i Mercy, mercy, Ruthven; has not your vengeance yet beén éatiated, but diat you must Reep me in this state of lingering torment? For the love of hrist, end at once my sufferings and stab me to the heart.” * Good God,” exclaiméd the horror-struck Angelina, ** that voice—those tones ¢v fattiiiar to mine ears; where, oh, whera have I heard them before ?” ‘6 Come forward and satisfy yourself,” said the wretch Ruthven, witha sar— donic grin ; and as he pulled our heroine towards him, he held the light close to the features of the unfortunate victim of his cruelly, “« Bridget ! oh, horror! horror!” gasped forth Angelina, as she recegnised. that ill-fated woman; and overcome with the horror of her feelings, she uttered a loud shriek, and sinking on the earth became unconscious of everything around her. CHAPTER XXV. Wen Angelina regained her senses, the scene was so changed ia which she found herself, that although the horro:s she had lately experienced quickly came to her recollection, they only appeared to her as some terrific dream; in fact, they were tuo dreadful for her at first to dare to place any reliance wu pon their reality, She found herself reclining upon a sofa, in an elegant apartment, the furniture of which was very handsome, and everything was arrasged with corresponding taste. It was morning, and the sun was darting his acorehing beams in at the gothic casements, of which there were two; there was ne person in the room, but it was evident, from the bottles and different things on the table, that her recovery had been attended te. She arose from the sofa, and passing her hand across her temples, endeavoured to recall to her memory COMIC OOOKS. ECO @