Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 187: what you’re looking at

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174 . AN@RZLINZ'Y OR, ‘(ear Bridgét,” exclaimed Angelinh, “how witely pau edundels E feel renewed hepe already, auld have reasva te bless the homent which ans résteref te me a companion oo kind and altentives-oné wie feels such a deep interest in my fate, and cam so well sympathiod with my misfertunes, But you sost not forget thé warning of Rafus;~—how I ehudder when I think of it, and I am fearfal, by thes 20 candidly and openly expressing your feelings téwards me, you may be runaiag yourself inte danger. Should anything again beppes to you, I should for ever upbraid myself.” “ Oh, de act fear fot me, my dear Miss,” retaraed Bridget; “ indeed, there is no cause for your apprehdnsion,”’ ‘But did net your husband tell you that he shodld be constaatly watching you, and should be sure to know if you disobeyed his mandates ?” inquired Angolina. ‘True, he did 20,” answered Bridget, *‘ but I heeddd not his threats: I know they are futile. Here we may give unrestrained expression to our sentiments without any fear of being overheard. Besides, of this, I am cons winced, that Rufus values his own neck too much, te venture to gn. to ex- trentities, when he would be certain that sew, at any rele, there would be very little doubt of his being detected and brought to punishment,” “T feel satisfied by your confidence,” said eur heroines and henceforth | shall be able to meet my fate with a becoming firmness and resignation indeed, would but Haugh Clifferd regain his liberty, I — feel very little doubt of being speedily liberated.” “ Fegh Ciiford—Captain CHford !” repeated Bridget, with ad exprenio of astonishment, * is he confined here ?”’ ** He is,” replied Angelita, “and it is that which afflicts me whore rhan my own safferings. Oh, Bridget, in you I can confide, ard I know Gmi yoo will not only sympathise with me, but advise me how to act. I will, therefore, ackudwiedge to you that I leve Mr. CHfford, and that with a passion which no'earthly power can ever subdué,” I do not wonder at it, Miss,’ observed Bridget, “ for Captdin Cliffortl isa aweet young wan, and; I am certain, is every way worthy of you. To be aure he isa smugglers; but, after all, I do not see that there is any great deal of harm in that. Ah! Miss, matiy atime have I listened with pleasure to the details of the generous actions he has performed. But how khow yor, Miss, that Mr. Clifford is a prisonet in the Tower ?”’ “If i may believe the assertions of the baron,” answered Augeliae- ap | eanmot éntertain eny doubt of it. He it was that told me.Clifford was his pritoners and, besides, I have bat too good reason to suppore that the baron spoke the truth, since I was with the former when I was scized by Rufus and the other ruffians, who felled him te the earth, and as I ftsagined then, killed him. Besides, when I was brought into the Tower, or, at least, shortly after- ‘wards, I heard « strange netse, which led me to suppose that Clifferd wa brought a prisoner bere, Alas! how unfortunate I am in thus bringing misery apon aH those who are in any way connected with my fate, or who take the ‘Jeast interest in my affairs.”’ ‘* From aiy very soul do I pity you, Mies,” observed Bridget, ‘‘ and also regret that Mr. Clifford has fallen into such bad bands. Stit) I do not think ( ud COMIC OOOKS. EO