Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 238: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MAREK’S ABBEY. 5 Astonishment completely tied the tongue of Sir Eustace; but when he had © partly recovered from the emotion into which this unexpected and remarkable circumstance had thrown him, he snatched up the child in his arms, and after gazing rapturously upqn its innocent features, he kissed it frantically, and burst into a violent paroxysm of tears. Suddenly, however, as an agonizing thought flashed across his brain, he replaced the little Angelina in the lap of his wife, and turning away with a shudder of horror and disguat, he said, * But no! is it not the child of shame? The offspring of the villain whe— Oh, God! I shall go mad if I think of it!” Clasping his forehead he rushed away from the roem, and hastening to his chamber, endeavoured to bury all recollection of the circumstance. Dreadfal were the sufferings the power of his thoughts inflicted upon him that night, but by the dawn of the morning his thoughts had undergone a complete revolution, and he vowed to protect and love Angelina the same as if she had been his own child, Sir Eustace had never imparted to his wife the minute details of his melan- choly history; she knew that he had been unfortunate; she knew that he had had a sister; but whether she was living or dead she was not acquaitited ; she was also aware of the rank he bad formerly held in society, and of his just title, bat finding that it ever caused him pain, she nover ventured to mention the subject to him. She herself was of a humble family, and Sir Eustace had anited himself to her entirely out of love for her numerous excellent qualities, which more than compensated for her want of education and polite attainments, ba No. 29 comicbooks.com