Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 69: what you’re looking at

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5S . ANGELINA; OR, - And heard you anything?” inquired the woman eagerly. : Mr. Woediield repiied in the affirmative, and related what fe fad heard, s2- pressing at the same time his belief that the abbcy was inhabited by some ‘pour unfortunate, Whom sho was acquainted with. The woman iaterrepted Him hastily, anu pressidg her hand upon iis arm, te looked earnestly in his face atid taid :— - “ Whatever may be your sermises, wiether jast or not,‘ I'charge ydu, as yon value your own life; add thit of one who ts the Victim of oppression and crucity; of one who aiay be nearer to those‘ you love, than you can: poselbly form any idea of: 1. charge you, I repeat, never to mention what yor kave heard isre, neither to seck to penetrate a mystery which cannot at present be anravetied,”’: » “on mayrely apon ute,” sdid Mr.: Woodfield, * but yet—" po * Enough,” interrapted the women, ‘we must not waste any more time Rores follow me |” ' Mr, Woodfield bowed his head in sebniiston, and she led the way from the abbey. When they had reached that part of the eminence which cohmanded | the: mest extensive view of the sea, she paused, and Idaning against: the -leng wand which she always catried with her, seemed .to be watching: the eppears ance of someting with the greatest inipatience. The meon shone oo cléarly; that the eye could discern the smallest: objects at a great distance, but Woodfield could bebold nothing but the calm’ dnrafled ecean beneath, and the pale silyer moon sporting through the bright fleecy clouds above. - - | The woman sectned dieappointed; and muttered some worde to horeell, whick were quite Inaudible to Mr. WeodGeld; the following, however, which. wesd spoken in a leuder tone, he Deard :--~ . “*Pig yet too sopn; and this bright moon is all against thin j-—they will net.be heré yet.” ' Mr.. Woodfield imagined the. was speaking of the sthagglers, dad every mombat’s delay cauted him the most poigaant angaish, for might he nét be too latd. to save Angelina, if even the woman was able to procure him the asaist- ance she had promised? The woman seemed to read what was passing in his mind, but she made no observation, and proceeded to descend the rock, followed. by Mr. Woodfield. The woman motioned him to assist her, and by their joint exertions, they removed the stone from the entrance, and descended into the cavern. | She went into a kind of re¢ess, and presently returned with a lamp, whick she lighted, end then beckoning Mr. Woodfield to a seat, rea sacended from tke cavern, and left him to himself. . Above an hour passed in this manner, and the patience of Mr. Woodfield was almost exhausted, when he heard the woman exclaim in a tone of satisfaction :— ‘“Ab! they come !’—Immediately afterwards he heard a sound like that of oars in the water, at a distance. The sounds grew louder, and the boats evi- dcatly approached rapidly towards the cavern, Mr. Woodfield had not the slightest doubt but that these were the smugglers running their cargo, and he was all anxiety and doubt to know what would be the result of this adventure. . He had not much time to think, for in a few minntes he heard a noise as of a number .of men jumping ashore, and then a gruff voice exclaimed, ‘¢ Halloo ! who the devil are you, a friend or foe }” COMIC OOOlKS.€O