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ANGELINA; OR, 215 “"Good Ged!” at last he observed, “is it possible that I am pressed to the heart of my mother!—Oh! yes! it must be so ;—an instinctive feeling tells me that it is; none other than a parent could ever have behaved go kind to me !— But why did you aot reveal yourself to me before ?—Why bas this mystery remained so long without being unravelled ?”’ *¢ Oh, my son,’”’ answered Lady Emmeline, again embracing him with fer- vour, “ when you have been made acquainted with my melancholy story, you will not be surprised, that I did not discover myself to you before. But you shall knew all.”’ “ Wonderful!” said Clifford, ‘‘ and in Sir Eustace Arlingham, whom I have hitherto known as Mr. Woodfield, I recognize my uncle ?’’ “ True !"— ‘“‘For pity’s sake, do not longer rack my mind,” said Angelina, who, while this conversation was going on, had been sitting ina state of agony and sus- pense, which, after the explanation given by Lady Emmeline, may be very easily conceived ;—“‘ if you have, indeed, not deceived me, and it is true my mother still lives, ph, take me to her, that I may receive her maternal em-~ brace, and hear, for the first time, a mother’s blessing !” She had scarcely give utterance to these words, when the room door was sud- denly thrown open, and the next mement the form of the Baroness De Morton, and the supposed phantem, stood before her !—Angelina fixed one look of in- tense affection upon her,—attered a faint scream, and the exclamation of ‘© Mother,” and rushing frantically towards her, fell insensible at her feet. CHAPTER XXXI. Ws will now proceed.to detail the particulars of the “‘ strange eventful bis- tory” connected with the principal characters in our narrative, and with which the reader is, no deubt, anxious to be made acquainted. The noble and Gothic hall of the wealthy family of Arlingham, was situated 4n a beautiful and romantic spot, near the river D——, and from its casemente it commanded a delightful prospect of the full extent of the river, slowly and calmly winding its silvery course through plains and meadows, until it was lost in a distant forest, whose tall trees rose ia picturesque and mountainous clusters on the distant horizon. This spacious and venerable edifice had been in the possession of the Arling- ham family from time immemorial ; and many were the noble deeds attributed to its members, and numerous were the records transmitted to posterity of their gallant achievements on the battle-field. The father of Sir Eustace Arlingham and Lady Emmeline, was one of the most noble and virtuous of men—the favourite of his sovereign, in whese ser- vice he had fought with a valour which had excited the wonder and admiration ef every one who esteemed, and were anxious to maintain the liberties and in- stitutions of their country, and was beloved no less by his dependants at home, GOMMGIOO 1(GO)