Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 246: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. and they resolved to adopt it for their own, thinking that its inhuman parents, whoever they might be, would never acknowledge it, should they discover that it still survived; and, although they were poor, they could not have the heart to abandon the poor little innocent to the mercy of strangers, or consign it to (he same fate from which they had so recently rescued it. When Margaret was relating this, a strange emotion filled the bosom of Matilda, and she trem- bled se violently that she could scarcely support herself. She asked hastily to see the little foundling—and, hastening to the cottage belonging to Mar- garetvs daughter, judge of her feelings, when, the moment she beheld the in- fant, she knew it was her own child; but if any confirmation of her conjectures was wanling, it was soon obtained; a mark of a peculiar description on the _left arm, was an indisputable conviction; the frantic mother hugged her child (you Angelina) tv her bosom.” Lady Emmeline was so overcome by her feelings, as was also every persen ptesent, that she could not proceed for a few minutes. Lady de Morton’s eyes filled with tears as she clasped the sobbing Angelina in her arms, and pressed her with all the ardour of maternal fondness to her heart; and every one present admired the wonderful ways of Providence. At length, Lady Em- meline resumed in the following words :— ‘*Those good and humane people, who had rescued you from death, Ange- Jina, were the parents of Bridget.” ***Good God! is it possible ejaculated: our ‘heroine, with a shudder of horrer, as she thought upon the fate of that unfortunate woman, of whom she kad not heard anything since the shipwreck. Lady Emmeline continued,— No. 80 comicbooks.com