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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK'’S ABBEY. ise me fortitude to support my miseries. Then I crouched down in the corner of the dungeon on my pallet of straw, and endeavoured to get some warmth inte my shivering limbs, but in vain. “T cannot describe all the horrors 1 endured on this, the first night of my incarceration in this frightful cell;—sleep I had none. In the morning (at least, so I judged it to be, for it was always dark in that awfal place), I heard the door being opened, and Rufus entered, bearing in his hand a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf, and having placed them before me, he scowled frightfully upon me, and was about once more to quit the dungeon when I again threw myself at his feet, and in piteous accents implored him either to release me from my present confinement or end at once my sufferings by death. ‘sHe made no reply, but tearing himself away from my hold, spurned me from him, and again left me in total darkness. ‘¢y will not harrow up your feelings, Angelina, by detailing minutely all the horrors I endured ip that awful cell. They were almost past credit$ and it is wonderful that nature did not sink ander them. On the night when you first saw me, no one had visited me for two days ; and I verily believe, it was ibeir intention to starve me to death, It is evident that I could not have suryived many hours more. With what has since occurred to me, you are thoroughly acquainted, and, therefore, there is no necessity to repeat it.” gr AL CHAPTER XXVI. «¢ And have you, then, endured all these dreadful sufferings for my sake ” said our heroine, when Bridget had finished her narrative. ‘* How shall I ever be able te repay you »—how sufficiently express the gratitude I feel towards you? How few are there in the world who would have done aé much. for a fellow-creature, and one who 13 almost a stranger to you ?” 66 Oh, Miss,” replied Bridget, “do not mention it; it is over now $ and the ently thought which sustained me under sufferings that were enough to shake much stouter frames than mine, was the conviction that I had done my duty, and had, probably, saved one of my Own Sex from a fate, which, to the lover of ‘virtae, would be far more dreadful than death. What I principally regret is, the uufortanate citcumstance which has again placed you in the power of the Baron de Morton.” _ 6 Itis an unfortunate circumstance, said Angelina; °° but now that you are my companion, dear Bridget, I shall be released from half the misery I before guffered. 1 hope, too, that something will ere long transpire to defeat the evil- purposes of the baroa, and to restore me again to liberty.” ‘s Heaven send that your predictions may be verified, Miss,” ejaculated Bridget, fervently. “Tt is a terrible job that Mr. Clifferd is also the prisoner of the baron ; for were he at liberty, he would seon contrive some acheme to obtain your enlargement.” ss Alas! you speak but too truly, Bridget,” said Angelina, sighing deeply, as ~ COMIC OOOKS. EO