Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 76: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF 8T. MARKS ABBEY, 63 In spite ofthe terror which beset her mind, conseiona of her own innocence, and of the injustice of her haughty oppressor, indignation swelled the bosom of Angelina, and suddenly arising from her supplicatiag posture, with a look of offended pride and dignity, which for a moment filled the mind of the baron with confusion and sarprise, she said :— “ And by what authority, proud Baron de Morton, do yeu dare to detain me? Humble and poor as I am, think not that your conduct will go unpunished, or that my wrongs will be undiscovered or unavenged, I have deigned to solicit that, which I have a right to command, but I now insist upon you toiling me why I. am brought hither, and demand my inatant resteratioa to liberty and to my friends.” Thundersirnck at the alteration in her manner, the baron stood fora few minutes, and gaved earnestly upen her without speaking. Every lineament of ker countenanc®#he seemed to scrutinize with the most mysterious earnestness, and it was very evident that his mind was undergeing the most powerful and conflicting sensations. Angelina watched him with the most poignant anxiety and suspense, and in spite of the firmness she had assumed, she felt her heart sink and her terrors every moment becoming stronger. At length he appeared to recover himself, and rushing suddenly towards her, he seized her arm with a vehomence that pained her, and demanded :-~- ‘“* Girl, seek no longer to deceive me ;—tell me your name, your real nanie ?” * ‘You know it, my lord,’ answered Angelina, ‘“‘ why do you ask the ques- tion, I ‘* No, evasion, girl ;” interrupted De Morton fiercely; ‘‘ little do you know the man whom you seek to tamper with. Your real name, I say, and who and what are you ‘** Oh, why should you ask so ambiguous a question, my lord ?”— ‘“* Beware, beware; if you arouse my wrath, your obstinacy shall cost you dear 3” ejaculated the baron, pressing her arm yet more violently, aad fixing opon her a look which seemed to penetrato to her soul ; who and what were your parents 2?” ‘S Alas! I knew them not;’’ replied Angelina, as tears filled her eyes, and her bosom heaved with emotion; ‘“‘they died ere I had arrived at years to know and appreciate their worth; the only parents I bave.ever known, are my kind ancle and aunt; but why do you ask the question ?”’ “ Their names!” demanded De Morton, breathlesal y. = “You know the name of my uncle,” replied the maiden faintly, ‘‘the same belonged to them ?” “ By hell—’tis false |” ‘*Oh, my lord,” exclaimed Angelina, who new r began to think that the earon was safforing under an aberration of intellect, ‘‘ what is the reason of this violence? For the leve of Heaven explain the mystery of your condact.” “You would deceive me, girl,’ said the baron; “you have some reason for wishing te conceal the real name of your parents ?——But your ancie, as you call him, he bas not always moved as a humbie peasant?” ‘* I befieve my uncle has been in better circumstances,” answered An- selina, *‘but misfortunes, with which I am Saar quae; reduced bim, and I vas too young to remember him in his prosperity.” The baron remained siient for a short time, and stood with his eyes fixed upon CORNICE DO© (SO)