Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 178: what you’re looking at

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<= =; -~_ . . a ean ON PO to THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 165 “T can submit to your reproeches, fair Angelina,” retarned the baron, stifling his passion as much as pessible, “for I know that I deserve them. But I would make reparation, and — “‘ Jf you would do that,” interrupted our heroine, “restere me instantly to liberty—to my friends, from whem yeu havo se unjustly torn me, and make all the atonement you can, by expressing your sorrew for the many hours af anguish you heve caased both me and mine, and promite never to molest meagain, Do this, and I will readily enter into a covenant to fergive and forget what has past.” The baron paused, and seemed at a loss for some time what answer to make, and he was greatly abashed by the firmuess and decision of her manner, but, at length, turning to her with an attempt to smile iasinuatingly, he said, “‘Sufer yon to leave me, beauteous Angelina !—oh, never! never !—that cannot, must not be.—By Heaven, I could not exist out of your presence ; and to think you were likely to become the bride of another, woald drive me to madness, Banish the mistaken sense of delicacy which now prempts your refusal to accede to my wishes, and live alone for love, and for one - Who will think nothingetoo dear to contribute to your happiness. Here you shall reign the mistress of my affeetions, and command whatever you Uesire, but liberty—that, repugnant as it is to my (celings, I must deny you, bat I will previde for you such pleasures, such epjoyments, as will leave you nothing to regret.’ “ Base, heartless, unfeeling man,’ cried Angelina, in tones of anguish, “* thus to tamper with the feelings of an unprotected female, and to seek by shameless and disgusting sophistry, te win her to your infamous purposes. Were not the sufferings you before put me to, the hours of misery aud anguish you caused my fricads, suGicient, but that you must add te it by agaia un- justly tearing me away from my home, and insulting my ears with the expres- sion of your odious pavsion? Dare you to talk te ne of love, and think upon her whom you swore at the altar to love and reverence }—Why am I selected as a victim of your persecution and cruelty? Away—leave me, aod if I must remain ia confinement, let me not be tormented by your hated presence.” ‘**Tis well, young lady,” returned the baron, unable longer to suppress bis wrath, ‘‘ I know from whence springs this scorn, thishatred. Hugh Clifford, the smuggler, possesses those affections I aspire to. The lawless captain of a baad of rufflans, has sueceeded in gaining the heart of the gentle, the virtuous Angelina! Surely, every one must admire her choice.” At the mention of the name of her lover, deep blushes suffused the cheeks of our heraine, and when the uncertainty of his fate rushed upon her memory, a pang shot through her heart, which chilled the purple current that circulated in her veins, and she trembled violently, and was altogether se deeply, so powerfully affected, that for a few moments she conid not give utteraece to her feelings, until she was relieved by a copious flood of tears. Suddenly, however, she conquered her emotions, and assuming an air of dignity and fortitude which astonished and bewildered the baron, she fixed upon him a look of the most ineffable contempt, as she said, — ‘‘ Hugh Clifard, the smaggler-captais, possesses virtues and noble quali« ties, the nature of the proud Baron de Morton has ever keen a stranger to, COMIC 6) 1(GO)