Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 220: what you’re looking at

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TIE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK'S ABBEY. 207 ' «6 Nay,” exclaimed Mr. Woodfield, ‘* we must not part thus, ere I leave you, I must know to whom | am indebted for these acts of kindness, and how you kave become acquainted with my name, and all the circumstances con- nected with me;—my heart yearns strongly towards you, and yet,—ah! you weep, — tell me, what means this ?”’ ‘¢ It was but a momentary weakness, Sir Eustace,’ said Kate, dashing away the teara that had gathered involuntarily in her eyes, and recovering her composure in a few seconds 3 “ but it is over now. Oh, Kustace, I cannot marvel that you should feel—but, no, no, not now; but the time is not far distant when all will be unravelled. For the preseat, leave mes; I am in no mood to talk now. I will, rest assured, lose no time in making every in- quiry, and seeing after the restoration of that poor girl, whe is as dear to me as she can possibly be to you. Farewell for the present, Sir Eustace Arling- ham, for, by that name I shall in future call you, although no other person shall ever know it from me, until you shall deem it meet ;—it is a name that inspires my soul with rapture, and recalls to my memory scenes, many of which are those of happiness, and others, such as I cannot reflect upon without the most poignant anguish. You know where your treasure is deposited, and can use it as you think proper, nct a coisf of it has been touched by me, since it was brought hither. Farewell, Eustace, I ge to ” Stay, mysterious woman! who bath excited such an extraordinary interest in my bosom;”’ exclaimed Mr. Woodfield, or rather Sir Eustace Arlingham, whose feelings were wound up to a pitch of insupportable anxiety and wonder, at the same time he seized her arm, with great vehemence of manner, und forcibly detained her; ‘“by Heaven! I will not suffer you to leave me, until you have satisfied me upon the points on which you have aroused my curiosity to such an intolerable degree. An instinctive feeling tells me that it is not te any stranger I am indebted for—Ah! what is this P”’ Kate of the Ruins, during the time he was speaking, evinced the most power- ful emotion, and with convulsive sobs, she struggled hard to release herself from his hold; in doing so, a beautiful diamond bracelet, which encircled her wrist, and which she always contrived to conceal under the folds of her white mantle, when she was in his company, became disengaged, and fell to the ground. Sir Eustace picked it hastily up, and, as his eyes became fixed upon it, his chest heaved, his countenance became deadly pale, his lips quiver- ed, and in breathless haste be articulated :— ‘¢ Powers of mercy! what do I behold? This bracelet !—sacred relic of one so dear to me, yet so unfortunate!—Woman, for pity’s sake tell me, how came this into your possession P”’ ‘© Leave go thine hold, Eustace, and do not torture me 1’ cried Kate, en- deavouring still more violently to release herself from bis grasp, and evincing redoubled agony. ‘¢ I will be satisfied, ere you stir from this spot!’ cried Sir Eustace, fren- tically; “this bracelet ; tell me whence you obtained it ?”’ ‘S It igs mine, what would you more ?” demanded Kate, her voice almost choked with agony. | ‘* Tis false !” returned Eustace, hastily, ** you would deeeive me !” “It was your sister’s!”’ said Kate. GOMMGIOO 1(GO)