Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 200: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 187 walls were damp, and it was evident that it had not been inhabited for some time. Old Deborah did not stay with me any longer at each time than to apply such remedies to the wound as ber knewledge of surgery suggested § and i was left slone, the door being securely locked, barred, and bolted upon me. I was too weak to be able to rise of my pallet, which was very hard, and my bones were sore with lying. “ The nature of my thoughts in this dismal place may be imagised. That I should never leave there alive was my firm belief, and I endeavoured to prepare myself for the worst. I dreaded the retura of Rufus and the baron, and { could not think upon it without the utmost horror. ‘¢ A fortnight passed away in this manner, and my husband aad the baron still remained away from the tower. Deborah was more skilful than I had given her credit for at first, and my wound bad nearly healed, and I was enabled to walk about the narrow confines of my prison. At length, however, the dreadful moment arrived—Deborah had been absent from me the whole of the day, when, suddenly, I heard the bolts being withdrawn, and the key turning in the lock. My heart sunk with a fearful foreboding io a minute, and it was very soon verified ; the door was threwo back on its hinges, and Rufus and the baron rusked into the place, theic countenances exhibiting the utmost tury. Overcome with my terrors, I threw myself on my knees, and, claspiog my hands, I gased up with supplicating looks at those whuse ven- geance I expected to feel. ‘© Wretch! traitress!’ cried Rufus, fereciously, and ‘‘spurning me from him, ¢ dare you expect any mercy from me? If you can, what must be your expectations as regards my lord the baron ?’ «6s Avel’ cried De Merton, fiercely, ‘what clemency can you expect from me, woman? Have you not shamefully betrayed the trust repored in you? Did you not assist Angelina to escape 2—~It ig useless to deny it 1—Every circumstance connected with that accursed event confirms it.” *©* Do you deny your crime ?? demanded Rafus, in a sayage tone. ‘J made no answer, for I could not. $s Abt you acknowledge it then,’ said my husband, you acknowledge that it is by your means the girl escaped, and severely shall you suffer for it.’ ‘© « And was there any crime in assisting a fellow creature, and one of my own sex, in effecting her escupe from that imprisonment in which she was #0 unjustly held ?? demanded f, with more firmness; -* was it a crime to save an innocent person from that state of suffering to which she avas so cruelly sub- jected ;—nay. more, from mur——’ «© * Ah! wretch! dare you 2?’ cried Rufus, before I could finish the sentence, and raising his hand, he seemed about to strike me to the earth had not the baron arrested his arm. ° ‘6¢ Nay, we have another punishment ia store for her,’ said the Baron de Morton, * far more severe than that you would now inflict. Away with her to one of the dungeons under the tower, and there let ber linger out her days in such misery, that death would be considered a blessing! Away with her, ‘Refas; recollect it is my will, and if you disobey me, it will be worse for yeu.’ At the mention of the dungeons under the {ower, I shricked aloud with GOMMGIOO 1(GO)