Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 73: what you’re looking at

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ANGELINA; 60 _ consisted of two high-backed chairs, richly carved, and a table of polished mahogany. There was & small cagement placed in the wall, but which was s0 high that she was obliged to stand upon a chair to reach it. She looked out of it, but it was se dark that she was unable to distinguish more than that it over- looked the court-yard, She left it in despair; and throwing heseclf into 4 chair, placed her elbow upon the table, and reclining ber aching head upon her hand, gave herself up ta tha distracting thoughts which the herrors of her situation excited. She was now certain that she was in the power of the Baren de Mortoa, but sho was completely unable to form any conjectere as to the cause of his mysterious and violent conduct. For what purpose had he torn her from her nome and friends ?—How could she have incurred his enmity? I¢ was evi- dent, however, that he had some strong motives and suspicions for his conduct, but what they could be, sha in vain racked her brain to imagine. The horrors of her former encounter with him s—the strange words he had — put to her, and the attempt he had made upon her life, all rushed vividly apon her recellection, and filled her mind with the most dreadful fears and apprehensions. The observations she had overheard him make ta his guilty myrmidon in the yaults, and the terror he had afterwards evinced whan he saw ber, convinced her that the baron suspected her to be some individual whom he bad cause to fear ; and when she thought upon the prabability of hie sacrificing her to his suspicions, cold drops of perspiration bedewed her temples, and the blood in her veins seemed turned to ice. She was suddealy aroused from these reflections by hearing same one an- locking the door, and the next moment it was apened, and Bridget appeared with a repast. She placed it on the table, and was about to retire from tho room again, without saying a word, when a sudden thought appeared to strike her, and returning, she said »— ‘<I had almost forgotten; I must shew you the apartment in which you - are to sleep.” She advanced to one side of. the room as she spoke, and lifting up the arras, Angelina beheld a small door in the wainscot, which was closed. Bridget took a key from her pocket, and was about to apply it to the lock, when our heroine, overcome by her feelings, threw herself at her feet, and clasping her kneca, while tears of anguish filled her eyes, ejaculated :— ** Oh, for mercy’s sake, tell me why I am brought hither, and what the Baron de Morton’s reasons are for forcibly detaining mo ?”’ “Ah! how know you it is at the baron’s instigation you are hrought to this place ?” said the woman, with evident astonishment. “ But,” she continued, looking timidl y towards the door, as though she feared that some ane was watch- ing them, “1 repeat to you, that I dare not answer questions, although from my heart I pity you.” ‘* Then know you the baron’s designs?’ gasped forth the agonised damsel. *“* If you would not sacrifice my life and your own too,” exclaimed the woman, evidently alarmed, ‘* do not ask any more questions, I-—”” ““ Nay, I will not let you go until you answer me,” interrupted Angoliaa, clinging still tighter to her knees. 7 * F cannot answer its~I know not what are his designs;” hastily observed a cCoMmmicaooks Go