Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 75: what you’re looking at

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62 ANGELINA; OR, tion starting from every pore. The light was just dying away in the socket, aud cast its last faint ray upon the portrait. Good God! was it her imagina- tion thet wandered, or was she tormented with some wild dream? She fancied she saw the picture move, and then a low sigh seemed to issuc from the place where ithang! Completely overcome with her terrors, she uttered a loud scream, and sunk insensible upon the floor. When she recovered, the scorching rays of the morning san were streaming at full in the chamber windows, the arose, and endeavoured for a short time. in vain, to recollect where she was. But soon the full misery of her situation and the horrors of the night, recerred to her memory. She was suddenly startled by hearing astrange poise, which seemed to pro- ceed from the court-yard. She hastened into the next apartment, and getting upon one of the chaira, looked down upon the court below. A carriage had just driven up to the porch, and the next moment a gentleman alighted from i He cast bis eyes up towards the casement, at which our heroine was standing, and she recognised the Baron de Mortor, She staggered from the chair, and her frame trembled violently with fear and anguish. A few mo- ments only elapsed, and she beard footsteps advancing aleng the gallery ; they stopped at the door, and sho heard the key turning in the lock, and the bolts. being withdrawn. The door flew open, and the baron stood before her. He walked towards the centre of the room, and folding his arms, gazed upon her with a smile of exultation. Acting upon a sudden fmpalsc, the maiden fell. on her knees at his feet, and with looka of the most impressive supplication and eyes streaming with tears, implored his pity. ‘6 Oh, my lord,” ejaculated Angelina, as she clasped the knees of the baron, ‘Show have I deserved this outrage +—In what have I offended you, that you should thus seek to break the hearts of my friends; tear me fram my home, and make me a prisoner in this frighiful place ?—Surely, a poor, humble girl like nre cannot be an object of ——” ‘¢ Aht the very tone of her voice ; the very expressign of her countenance 5” interrupted the Baron de Morton, as he fixed his eyes sternly and intensely . upon the kneeling damsel; ‘‘hy Heaven I could almost fancy that she had sprang again from the grave, imbued with ali her former youth and beauty !— Girl, thou hast come like a curse upon me, to arouse once more with all their insupportable poignancy the thoughts that J had partly sacceeded in ob- literating from my memory. Why did you cross my path ?” : ‘‘ My lord,” exclaimed the terrified Angelina, who marked the strong emo- ‘tion which raged in the baron’s bosom, “‘ what mean your mysterious words !— Oh, in pity to my anguish, relieve me from this horrible state of anspense, and tellme in what way 1 can possibly have incurred your displeasure, and will- ingly will I make you all the reparation in wy power, Restore me to liberty, promise me-that you will cease to persecute me, and { am ready to vow that I will never disclose to any one what has taken place.” Fool!” cried the baron fiercely, as a malignant smile passed over his features, “and think you I would be the idiot tamely to resign my prey, after I have taken so much trouble to get it in my power?—No; I have you securely now, and no power on earth shall release you ;~girl, until you have satisfied me that you are not the person I suspect you to be, you shall never quit these walls!” cCoMmmicaooks CO PLS]