Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 223: what you’re looking at

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210 _ ANGELINA; OR, heard; at a more fitting opportunity I will explain everything to yeu; but, for the present, rest assured that all I have done has been under the im- pression it was for the best.” ° “* Bat you say Matilda lives?’ observed Sir Eustace, “ where, where ?” ‘* Boneath this abbey, among the Vaults ; where she has been secreted for years ;’’ answered Emmeline. ** Is it possible ?— But, oh, my sister, how could she remain so long without claiming and seeking the restoration of her child ?”? demanded Sir Eustace. ‘For particular reasons, that will be afterwards explained,” answered Emmeline; ‘but think not, Eustace, that she has not watched over ber,— been almost constantly near her, and that she has not been the object of her ‘Constant solicitude. Alas! no;—whata life of saffering has been her's, and which she was constrained to adhere to for awhile, to prevent the sacrifice of the lives of both her, myself, and Angelina.” | “* And who is the villain who has occasioned all this ?” asked Sir Eustace. ‘¢ Who, think you,” returned Emmeline,—‘‘ who, think you, but the murderer, the seducer, the wretch, the usarper, who calls himself the Baron de Morton 1°’ ‘“‘Ahi—I thought so!’’ ejaculated Eustace; ‘* the miscreant!—But, by Heaven he shall not escape my vengeance.—But Emmeline, my sister, re- atored to me after the lapse of so many years !—I can scarcely believe my senses s—it seems more like a dream than reality !—Dear, dear Engmeline one more fond embrace, and ——’’ * Hold!” exclaimed Emmeline, drawing herself back, as he offéred to enfold her. in his arms. ‘‘ Do you believe me guilty of the vices with which I have been charged ?” * Yon have asserted your innocence, Emmeline,” replied Eustace, ** so- lemnly protested it ; and can I doubt the solemn asseverations ef my sister ?— Oh, no, Emmeline, I cannot, I dare not, I will not believe you capable of the errors that have been attributed to you, and, by Heaven, on the heads of your base calumniators shall descend the vengeance of your brother.” Once more did Sir Eustace Arlingham, and the sister from whom he had been so long parted, and had never expected to meet again, ardently embrace, and, unable to repress the power of their feelings, they wept upon each other’s bosoms. ‘‘ But come, my dear brother,” said Emmeline, ‘‘I will introduce you immediately to our much-injured cousin, and the fond mother of Angelina, whom, my heart tells me, will soon be restored to us, and then I will enter into a full detail of the many painful and singular events that have happened to me since last we met.”’ Sir Eustace Arlingham offered not a word in reply; in fact, his heart was at present too full to speak, but dashing the tears from his manly brow, he followed Emmeline to the interior ef the abbey. CHAPTER XXX. Wes need not attempt to describe the manner in which the Baron De Morton, behaved towards Hugh Clifford from the time that he got him in his power; COMIC OOOKS. EO