Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 41: what you’re looking at

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28 ANGELINA; OR, ‘* Hoax you may call it if you please, father,’ sald Laura, who had now par. tially recoyered from the terror into which the circumstance had thrown her, ‘* but I mean to say that itis no such thing, [ have very good reason to know, and so has Angelina, that Here the simple girl was again about to reveal the secret of their adventure at the abbey, when Angelina hastily interrupted her, and by a significant look, recalled her to recollection. ‘6 Well,” continued Laura, ‘' I was only going to say that Angelina knows very well, if she likes to confess it, that, as s :eptical as ehe pretends to be, she really does not disbelieve that there are such things as supernatural visitations, op and—— 4¢ Ah, Laura, speake very true,” interrupted Mra. Woodfield, who bad been anxious to give ventto her opiniong upon the mysterious subject, “and | hope none of us are such sinners as to think that the spirits of the dead aro not allowed to revisit this earth, Goodness me! they do say, that this neighbour- hood has been the scene of some shocking transactions, and who knows bat this may be the ghost of some unhappy wretch who met with an antimely end here ?”” ‘** Nonsense, wife |’’ returned Mr. Woodfield, “* you aro ever fancying some- thing of this sort. Any one would suppose that you had been born in a church- yard, and cradled tn a tomb. If a mouse only stirs in the cupboard, you imagine it ts some terrific spectre or the other, coming from the other world to frighten us all out of our wits, and if a cricket but rattles againat tho wainscot, ft is construed into the death-watch directly,’” 6 don't care what anybody says,’ observed Mrs, Woodfield, ‘bat nothing shall alter my opinion, Why, dido’t I hear old Mre. Ambrose cal] mo three distinct times, the very minute sho died, although we were at the time nearly two hundred miles away from the places and didn’t our old dog Bluff, howl——"” ‘¢Psha! enough of this,” interrupted Mr, Woodfield, affecting to laugh, and once more endeavouring to restore bis niece to her wonted cheerfulness, An- gelina, however, could not divest her mind of the impression made upon it by the adventures of the evening, and the more sho reflected upon ft, the greater was she at a loss to elucidate the mystery. | Mr. Woodfield’s curiosity was also excited by the words of Laura, and alsp the singular appearance of the woman, and he was about to interrogate his daughter further upon the subject, when be was aroused by a tapping at the casement, and glancing in that direction, they bebeld the honeysuckle pulled aside, and the face of the mysterious being who at present occupied their thoughts, gazed full upon them. For a minute or two that piercing glance—that wild, unnatural look, wag fixed alternately upon Angelina and her ancle, but before they could recover gom their confosion and astonishment, sho forced open the casement, and ina . lice of deep and impressive solemnity, she commanded Mr, Woodfield, (call- mg him by his name) to follow her. “Why do you visit my cottage at such a late hour as this, woman ?” de- manded Mr. Woodfield, “and what is your business wilh me P”’ ‘6 will not satisfy your questions bere ?”’ replied the woman 3 “ what I have to reveal must be to your ear alone. Follow me, I say.” ‘OT know you not,” said Woodfield, ‘and I cannot think of complying with such a singular request from a stranger.” ; cCoMmmicaooks (SO) ee.