Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 33: what you’re looking at

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20 ANGELINA; OR, ‘s] did,” returned Refus, looking fiercely around. ‘« This time, I am certain [am not deceived,” ejaculated the baron, some- body is here besides ourselves.” | : ‘¢ Theo their lives shall answer for their curiosity,’’ cried Rufus, drawing a dagger from underneath his mantle, and stalking hastily towards the spot from whence they imagined the noise had proceeded. Who shall attempt to describe the terror of Angelina, when ashe heard the villain’s threat, and saw him advance towards the very place where she was concealed ?—She held her breath, and tried to crouch beneath the rubbish around her. Rufus walked past the column and almost toyched her, but fortunately he saw her not; and after the lapse of two or three moments more, he returned to his trembling companion, ** We were deceived,” said he ;——‘* jt was only the wind that had blown some of the ruins down.”’ ‘© Probably it was,’’ replied the baron; “ but I forgot—thig abbey, as you are aware, was formerly in the possession of my family, and I have got the key of those gates with me. I will lock them, and that will secure us from being surprised that way, at any rate.”’ ‘6 Good God! what will become of me P—J’m lost !’’ thought Angelina, as she heard the baron lock the gates. They now resumed their conversation, but Angelina was in too great a state of agitation to listen to it. At length they prepared to depart by the way they had entered; and as the baron unlocked the ponderous gates, his companion said in a loud tone,— ‘ Enough, my lord—you know you may depend upon me. I will keep a vigjlant eye upon them; and should our suspicions he verified ——”’ ‘‘ ‘You know how to act,”’? added the baron.—‘** Get thee gone, it may not be prudent for us to depart together.”’ Rufus bowed, and following the baron, the gates were locked on the outside, and our distracted heroine found herself a prisoner in the chapel of the abbey ruing. CHAPTER V. For a few moments Angelina stood and wrung her hands in despair, totally at a loss what to do. The wind whistled coldly throughout the chapel, and she wag so overcome by her fears and the chilliness of the place that she could scarcely support herself. The words that she heard pass between the baron and his villainous colleague, and the allusions they had made to some deeds of darkness perpetrated by them in former days, were strongly impressed upon his memory, and the unintelligible threats they had held out to her and her uncle, brought to her recollection the warning she had before received from the mysterious womanin the ruins. These then were the partiesshe had to fear; and yet how could she or her uncle have incurred their enmity !—She was unconscious o having wilfully deserved the hatred or persecution of any body, much less the the baron de Morton, and therefore was she the more perplexed. But this was no time or place to reflect, for the day was waning apace, and what would become of her if she was unable to escape from that disma) fabric, which her COMICoOOKS.G MU