Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 18: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY, § upon your secresy. The day may come when you may know more; in the meantime, kaow that I am your friend, and will watch over your safety.” ‘S Mysterious being !’’ exclaimed Angelina, trembling violently, © your words alarm me. For heaven's sake, explain them. How, and what know you of me, and who are the persons against whom you would caution me ?” <* Hist |” ejaculated the woman, in a tene nearly appreaching to a whisper, and darting her eyes throegh the deepening darkness which new ebscured the building, as though she feared the approach of somebody; “speak low damsel—-speak low. Do not tremble so, poor girl, again I tell thee thou hast nought te fear fram me 3 no, no, mo, the ali-secing and benignant Being who watches our actions from above, can bear witness that I would even die te eerve thee ! Oh, maiden, little canst thou imagine how well I know thee,— with what anxiety, what care, for months, nay, years, I have watched thee, un- known, followed thee as thine own shadow ! What know I of thee! Oh! that this tongue dare reveal all I know! But at present it must not be—the web of thy fate is not yet complete—the dark deeds of the guilty must yet a little longer be concealed beneath the cloud of mystery. But let them tremble, for the day of retribution will arrive—the voices of the mardered even now shriek for vengeance from the temb—they strike mine ears—they continually ring in them! Hark! girl, dost thou not hear them now ? There again! what fy’t they say? ‘ Bleod for blood ! blood for bleod !* Silence, silence, thou shalt not cry for evor in vain.” During the utterance of this wild and incoberent speech, the mysterious womas seemed to be worked up to the greatest pitch of frenzy; her frame was dreadfally convuised, and her countenance was distorted with various emotions Angelina, who now believed her to be a maniac, felt a renewal of her alarm, and tried to extricate herself from her grasp. “* Pray let me go,” said Angelina, “ my uncle will be greatly alarmed at my absence from home at this hour, and——” *< § see,”’ interrupted the woman, retaining her hold of Angelina’s arm, ‘‘I see, thou thinkest me an impostor or a mad woman; but thou wrongest me, girl s-vo, no, f am not mad, I am not mad; "twould be well for some if I were. Bat enough, I will no longer detain thee, girl; get thee home, and remember what I have said to thee, and scorn it sot. Beware, I repeat. Beware of one of pomp and pride, Or crime and sorrow will thee betide, Beware, beware, of one whose crest, Is a blood-stained shield and a raven’s nest !"” As the wild woman of the ruins uttered these ambigueas words, she gradually receded frem Angelina, and emphatically repeating the last line, she darted hastily from the spot, and was almost immediately lost in the obscurity of the abbey ruins. Surprised, bewildered by what she had seen and heard, Angelina steod for a minute or two after the disappearance of the woman, transfixed te the spot ; but at length, recollecting tbe caytion which had been given her, and feeling a melancholy stealing over her senses, she hastened from the dreary fabric, and made the best of her speed towards home, with the hepe of overtaking her fair JOO Go