Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 215: what you’re looking at

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202 ANGELINA; OR, | ‘‘and I now despise and hate him. Florendos, he has played me false, and is even now basking in the arms of a peasant girl, whom he siitanies vate his power.” ‘‘ Ah! say you so, lady ?”” ejaculated Florendes, aad his countenance be- came lighted up with an expression of exultation ; ‘‘ nay, then, retaliation is but fair, and —’ ** Hold, marquis,” exclaimed Orillia, seriously, ‘de not mistake me. I tell yeu the baron has deceived me; he has disgraced my name, and I have vowed to have vengeance.—Say, what think you he deserves for the wrongs he has done me ?”’ Florendos looked around the room cautiously, and then placing his lips close to the ear of Orillia, in a deep, hollew tone, answered,— ** Death! ”’ The marquis and Orillia beth paused, and looked at each other earnestly for a few moments, and in that brief time the tumult of passions that raged within their breasts, may be easily conceived. ‘* 1 see we understand each other, lady,’ snid Florendos, at length ;—“ the Baron de Morion’s doom is sealed—he dies !" ** Hush !'’ whispered the guilty woman, io fearful accents, and looking around the apartment, alarmed lest any one should be listening, ‘‘and you will undertake to accomplish it then 2”’ ‘I will,” replied the marquis, “ bat my reward 2?” ‘*The possession of her whom you have so long vowed to love se passion- ately,’ answered Orillia. ‘Ah! that is enough,” ejaculated Florendos, jeyfully ;—‘ to possess you, most lovely of women, I would readily run any danger, were it even death itself. But the joy is too great, scarcely to bé credited ;—say, tell me that you will not deceive me.” ‘‘ Florendos,” returned Orillia, in a reproechfal tone, ‘and can you doubt me? If so, decline the task you bave promised me to perform, and let another live te possess that form you have so often vowed to run any risk to obtain possession of.”’ ‘*By Heaven! never!” cried Florendos; ‘* pardon me, Orillia, if the strength of my love, and the fear that something might occur te render my possession of such a treasure abortive, hurried me into an expression which I meant not. Your wishes shall, rest assured, be complied with. But where shall I find the baron ?” ‘‘ J am not certaia,’ answered Orillia—*‘ he left here under the pretext of going to the Old Grey Tower, but whether that was merely a subterfuge to deceive me, I know not. However, you will be there able to ascertain what direction he has taken ; wherever he is, the girl is his companion, for her uncle has but this day been here, demanding the place of the baron’s con- cealment, and accusing bim of having clandestinely borne her away from her friends.” ” ‘* Her neme?” ‘« Angelina Woodfield.” ‘s And what would you I should do with her ?” demanded Florendos. ‘‘ What aie the limits, think you, to an injured weman’s vengeance, mar- ‘\ COMIC OOOKS. EO