Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 210: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY, 197 ‘¢ Humph !” returned the old porter, ‘‘ methinks you are rather bold, master. However, I will deliver your message, although, I —w beforehand, that it will be utterly useless,”’ ‘“ That we will see,” said Mr. Woodfield, as the man turned away; and, without any further ceremony, he followed him ap the stairs, much to the porter’s astonishment, and only waited for him to enter the apartment, and to hear the baroness, im reply to his message, say, peremptorily, that she could not be seen by anybody, when he forced himself into her presence, to her evident confusion and indignation. When Mr. Woodfield entered the splendid apartment, the Baroness Orillia was seated upon a sofa, and by her side lolled a gaily dressed young man, of handsome features, and well-made form, who removed his arm trom around her ladyship’s waist, as she arose on the appearance of Mr. Woodfield. . We have before stated, that the Baroness Orillia was an Italian by birth, and her large black eyes sparkled with resentment, and blushes of shame aod confusion everspread her still beauteous counienance, as she gazed upon the intruder. ‘* Inselent!’’ she at length ejaculated, in a voice almost choked with rage, ‘‘ what mean you, by this bold intrusion 2” ‘I come to demand justice,’ replied Mr. Woedfield, with firmness, and looking with the most perfect composure and indifference upon the baroness, and the gay gallant, who still lousged upon the sofa, and every now and then darted a look, which he meant to be dignified and awe-striking, upon Mr. Woedfield,—*‘* I demand the present residence of the Baron de Merton !’’ “* Can it be possible, that the feilow dares to address me thus?” ejaculated the baroness, with increased wrath. ‘* My Lord Ravensford, surely you will not hear me thus insulted by a menial knave !” ‘“?Tis well for your ladyship that you are a woman,” returned Mr. Wood- field, with calm dignity, and looking contemptuously upon Lord Ravensford, who partially arose, upoa her ladyship’s appeal to him, but, seeming to take a second thought, he sat down again, and crossing one leg over the other and shaking his foot, commenced picking his teeth. ‘It is well for you, madam,” repeated Mr. Woedteld, “that you are a woman, or you might, perhaps, repent using such language to one who boasts as noble, or, perhaps, more noble biood than thatwhicn dows within your ladyship’s veins, But I treat your werds only as the wild ebullitioas of a weakeminded woman; and ag such they merit only my contempt and pity. But L have not time to argue with you.—The Baron de Morton, has again, with the villainy which is natural to his base character, forcibly taken my niece away from those friends, under whose protection I had placed her. You must be well aware of the place of his retreat; and, ualess you connive at his nefarious actions, you will not hesitate a moment in giving me alli the information i in your power.’’ “So, then,” said the baroness, * while her bosum heaved with rage, and an expression everspread her features, wuich rendered them very forbidding, ‘ yeu are the uncle of that abandoned girl, who has contrived te wean the aifec- tions of the Baron de Murton from his wife, and whe ” ‘© Hold! woman,’ exclaimed Mr. Wuadiield, and his eyes flashed with in- dignation, at the base asperaions which the baroness had uttered against Bh COMIC 6) <SE (CO)