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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 49 CHAPTER X. ANGELINA passed a troubled night, for she found it utterly impossible to erase the events of the day from her mind; and when she dwelt upon the attack made upon ber by the Baron de Morton, ber breast became the abode of apprehension. But why he should seek her life, she was at a total loss to conceive ; fur in what manner was it possible she could have injured or given him cause for offence? His alarm, when he at first beheld her, and the words he had made use of, next recurred to her memory, and filled her with as- tonishment and perplexity. Often times she could not help thinking that her - uncle knew more of the Baron than he pretended he did; and she did not for- get the mysterious interview which the latter had sought and obtained, and the inviolable secrecy which Mr. Woodfield always maintained as (o what had been the purport of it. -Completely worn out with harrassing thoughts, she threw herself Upon her couch, and dozed off to sleep, but quickly awoke again in a terrible fright> having seen in ‘imagination the murderer’s poinard presented to her breast, and beheld the Baron de Morton glaring revengefully upon her. She arose, re- . solved not again to venture to go to sleep, and, taking up a book, endeavoured to divert her mind from the gloomy thoughts that at present occupied it, by. reading 3 but, no, she could not ; they would crowd upon her imagination, in spite of all her efforts; and, putting down the volumo, she walked to the win- dow, and looked out upon the scenery beyond, lighted up with the beams of Lona, who was riding majestically through oceans of fleecy clouds. . All was still and calm around: a gentie breeze wafted up the odour of many shrubs, and came refreshing to the senses of our heroine, who seated herself by the window, and gazed upon all the objects her eyes could scan, with feelings of the warmest admiration and delight. Her thoughts became more tranquilized in the contemplation of the beauties of Nature, and wandered almost unconsciously to the youthful stranger, who ' had that day rescued her from the violence of the- Baron, and whom she had once before seen from the same apartment from which she was at present gazing. As she recalled his noble and handsome features to her memory, she felt a burning blush mantling to her cheeks, and her heart throbbed violently against her side. But why she felt these emotions she could not account. She remembered every sentence he had uttered, every expression of his counte- nances and she could not deny that he had created a great interest in her mind. Bot was it not natural, she asked herself, that she should feel,grateful to the preserver of her life ? " From the casement she could just catch a glimpse of Saint Mark’s Abbey, as the light of the moon fell strong upon its ancient walls, and the adventures of the day came vividly upon her memory again. The figure she had followed through the vaults, the old oak chamber, and the skeleton in the chest, all rushed again upon her thoughts, and was once more involving her in dread and perplexity, when she was suddenly aroused by hearing a voice immediately beneath the cascment murmur in an under tone,— 6s Hist! maiden, hist !’° No sooner had the alarmed damsel rccognised in the person ‘who addressed CORNICE DO© (SO)