Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 214: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY. 201 “ Betray you!” repeated the marquis, warmly, and in a tone of reproach; —‘‘ you wrong me by such a supposition.—Beiray you !—oh, sooner would I suffer unheard-of tortures than e’er go debase myself.” ‘You love me, Florendos ?” ‘* Love you, most beautiful woman!” cried the libertine, throwing himself on his knee hefore her, and again pressing her hand, in a more passionate manner than before, to his lips; ‘by Heaven, there is not a term powerful enough to express the adoration I feel for you—tell me what is there that you can command of me that I would refuse to perform, to convince you of the sincerity and ardour of the sentiments with which you have inspired me ?—It matters not, however difficult it is, 1 swear to accomplish it, or to perish in the attempt." The eyes of the baroness, for a few moments, sparkled with more than usual lustre, and she fixed upon Florendos a look of admiration. “Tis well, marquis,” returned she; ‘* we shall soon see what dependance there is te be placed on your word. My husband ——” ‘* Ah! what of him ?” . “Of himdt is I would speak. What tbink you of him, marquis?” “That be is unworthy of you,” replied Florendos, energetically ; “ that he is a man who knows not how to appreciate the happiness with which Fate bas supplied him. Excuse me, lady, if 1 am too bold, but you asked my opinion, and—”’ * You have drawn but a faithful likeness of De Morton,” interrupted Orillia, No. 26 comicbooks.com