Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 222: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTRRY OF ST. MARK’S ABEEY. 209 ‘*And if-you did, you would be wrong,” said Emmeline, (fur such, our readers will perceive that Kate of the Ruins, as we have hitherto called her, was,) “ Angelina is not my daughter !” *«Not your daughter!” gasped ferth Sir Eustace, with increased astonish~ ment; ‘ what strange wystery is this ?—Do not seek to deceive me, Emmeline, or you will drive me mad; if she is not your child, who, then, are her parents ?” ” §© Her father has long been no more,” replied Emmeline, solemnly, ‘‘ he fell by the blade of an assassin. Her mother has also for many yesra been con- sidered dead, but she lives.” ‘* Keep me not in this torturing state of suepense,’’ said Sir Eustace, unable scarcely to contals himeelf, ‘‘ of whom do you speak? For the love of Heaven, tell me.’ ‘© Of Matilda, Baroness de Morton,” replied Emmeline. ** Merciful Heaven ! is it possible ?”’ ejaculated Sir Hostace, “ our cousin ! yp? “< The same !" *‘ And Hugh Clifford ?” gasped forth Sir Eustace, with breathless eager- ness. “Is my son ;—the child, as you a a of shame,” answered Emmeline, ‘** bat he knows it not.” ‘ *¢ Great God! thy ways are wonderful!’ cried Sir Eustace, ‘* but, oh, Em- meline, why was I so deceived ?”’ - Dear Eustace,” said his sister, affectionately, “do not condemn me un- No, 27 comicbooks.com