Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 174: what you’re looking at

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TUE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEYe 161 ne ena he maintained the most obstinate silence, and did not remain fn the room a0y longer than was absolutely necessary. As night approached, the fears of our heroine increased, and the thoughts of being left alone, and at the mercy of the Baron de Morton, made her trem- ble with apprehensivn for.the consequences. Hitherto all had remained per- fectly quiet in the Tower, and she had been in hopes that the baron bad quitted it, and would not retara for the présent; but she was soon convinced that this idea was erroncous, by hearing De Morton calling loudly to one of his domes tics in the gallery, She trembled when she heard his voice, and listened with breathless anxiety, fearful that he might be coming to her apartments, bu€’ the sound of his receding footsteps soon convinced her that her terrors were, for the present, at any rate, unfounded, and she endeavoured to become more composed. F Darkness, at lepgtb, fell upon the earth, and all was again silent in the Old Grey Tower; but Angelina could hear the dashing of the waves as they rolied against the rock on which the ancient building stood. It was a melancholy souod, and accorded with the feelings that at present occupied her mind. She looked forth from the casement on to the ocean beyond ; it was but faintly illumined by the moon, which was partially hidden behind a cloud. Ata short distance, however, she could discover the shadows of several vessels that were lying at anchors and sometimes she would observe a boat skim lightly over the surface of the deep, but they could not approach near enough to the rock for her to make the persons who were in them hear her; and had it heéw No, 21 ; e —_—— 1” comicbooks.com