Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 219: what you’re looking at

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206 ANGELINA; OR, Woodfield, in a tone of astonishment; ‘‘ tell me, I desire, who, really, are you, and why should you take such a remarkable interest in the fate of one who, it would appear, is almost a stranger to you P*’ ‘** Who am [ ?” returned Kate, and a melasrcholy smile overspread her fea- tures. ‘*Oh! there may be a time when you will know me;,bat that time has not yet arrived. It is sufficient that I know you well, and all your former history !” ‘S Impossible!’ exclaimed Mr. Woodfield, gazing more earnestly in the face of Kate. ‘‘ There is not a persen living who really knows me !’’ ‘ Methinks you will own yourself mistaken, Sir Kustace Arlingham,” re- plied Kate, with another smile. Mr. Woodfield started, and turned pale. ‘¢ Ab! known!’ he cried: —‘* by Heaven, I am thunderstruck! Again, mysterious woman, I entreat of you to disclose to me who you really are. I have no recollection of your features.” ** Indeed,” said Kate; ‘** but it is as well that you should not for the pre- sent; but I shall, doubtless, reveal myself anon; then will you see how much reason have I to esteem and love Angelina as much as yourself. When you hastily quitted those ancient halls that. had long been in possession of your ancestors, you left considerable wealth behind you, which you, no doubt, never expected (o receive aguin 2°’ ‘¢ True; but how know you that ?”’ “No matter; that I speak the truth, you cannot deny,’ observed Kate; ‘Sand that I am siocerely your friend, I will presently endeavour to prove to you.— Will you follow me ?” Mr. Woodfield, in a state of astonishment and impatieace, assented, and Kate led the way to the interior of the Abbey: and having proceeded to one of the vaults beneath, in which were deposited the ashes of the dead, she re- moved the stone from one of the tombs that were ranged around, and Mr, Woodfield (by which name we shall for the present continue to call him), was completely lost in amazement, when he beheld a small iron chest, which had formerly been in his possession; and Kate having raised the lid, he was still more surprised to perceive that it was full of gold, and on the top of which was placed some private documents, which did not seem te have been dis turbed since he had himself deposited them there, which was many years before. ‘* That wealth, I need not inform you,’’ said Kate, “ belongs to you. Jt was saved from the despoilers by one who was sincerely your friend. Now, do you longer doubt that I know you, Sir Kiustace P” ‘ ‘s Wonderful!’ he ejaculated; ‘‘ you bewilder me more and more. In vain I have been endeavouring to recollect you, and yet it strikes me that your features are familiar to me.” ‘© They should be, Eustace,” said Kate, in a peculiar tone of voice, * but n0 matter 3 for the present it is, perhaps, as well that you do rot. The time, how- ever, is not far distant when you will not enly know me, but when you will——. However, no more of tbis just now. We must see what is best to be done to find out the place in which Angelina is confined, and what bas become of Hugh Clifford.” COMIC OOOKS. EO