Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 226: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 213 death be had most likely met with, was only the just retribution of offended Heaven. The next day was the time fixed upon by them hoth to take their departure, and to make the best of their way te Mr. Woodfield, and in the meanwhile Angelina was accommodated in the cottage of an old woman who lived near to where Hugh Clifford was staying. We will pass over the voyage, and bring the loveis at once to St. Mark’s Abbey, where they arrived the day after the scene took place between Sir Eustace Arlingham and Emmeline, his sister, which we have described in the previous chapter. The surprise and delight of Sir Eustace and Emmeline (for they were together in the Abbey at the time), baffles all description, but at first Sir Eastace was fearful that his first appre- hensions as regarded the clandestine marriage of Angelina and Hugh Clifford was too well founded, but when they briefly explained what had happened to them, he, of course, was quite satisfied, and gave free indulgence to his happi- ness, at the restoration of two beings, who were both, now, he had discovered, attached to him, by the ties of consanguinity. Angelina could not but notice, with no small degree of astonishment, the unusual affectionate manaer in which they were both greeted by Kate, which was the only name they at present knew her by, and she felt confident that something particular had happened, and their hearts foureboded that something of importance was about to take place. The congratulations being over, Sir Eustace shewed considerable emotion as he addressed himself to our heroine,— ‘‘ Angelina,” exclaimed he, ‘* you must prepare yourself for a surprise ; but it will be a joyful one ;—the secret which has been kept so long, regarding your birth, I am now about to divulge !”” Angelina turned ghastly pale at these observations, and she looked at him and Emmeline alternately, but witheut being able to speak, while Clifford was scarccly less agitated than herself. ‘¢‘ Compote yourself, my dear girl,” said Emmeline, in accents of the greatest tenderness, “‘ or you will not be able to support the surprising intelligence which is about being imparted to you ;—and you, Clifford, you will also be no less astenished, and, I doubt not, delighted, for I have also some information for you that “ For goodness sake, do not keep us any longer in suspense, my dear friends,”’ said Clifford ; ** what can be the surprising intelligence to which you allude ?” ae Angelina,” said Sir Eestace, ‘in this lady, whom you have hitherto known osly as Kate of the Ruins, yeu behold my sister, the Lady Emmeline Dalton, and, in me, Sir Eustace Arlingham !”’ Angelina was thanderstruck, and stood gazing upon them for a moment or {wo in stupified amazement, unable to say a word; but in an instant she found herself clasped close to the bosom of Lady Emmeline, whose tears ef extacy were shed upvn her countenance as she pressed her lips fervently to those of our heroine. } ‘¢ Goud God!” at, length gasped forth Angelina, “ is it possible that I can hear aright; or, de my ears deceive me! I am bewildered, and scarcely know what I am saying. Am I then, indeed, not related to you, sir?” ‘© Yer, my child,” said Sir Eustace, in his usual affectionate manner, “ your mother is my first cousin.” eonmlicboo 1(GO)