Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 78: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF 8ST. MARK’S ABBEY, 65 you will make “yourself ill, if you do not partake df some refteshmett Now let me beg of you to try a little ; it is very nice; for although I say it, _ that shouldn’t pay it, there are very few better cooks than I am.” Angelina shook her head, and made no immediate reply, but at length, see- ing that Bridget was preparing te resume her tmportunities, she said : — “© Alas! my good womad, my heart is too fall to eat ; oh, how have I deserved a fate like this?” ‘<I pity you, Miss,” returned Bridget, “from my very soul I do, and I'm sure it wrung my heart with grief, to see what you suffered on the way to this placé ; Lf wish it was in my power to assist you, but it is not; and if Rufus or the baron were to know that f had spoken to you this much in kindness, I don’t Anow what would be the coneequences.” ** But why should they persecute me: I, who am a sttanget to them, aud theréfore canot have given them any occasion for sich conduct?” inquired Angelina. “TJ cannot tell you, Miss,” replied Bridget, “ but you may depend upon it the baron bas some motive or the other for his conduct, or he would not act so. Heaven pardon him, bat I do believe he is a bad man, and will have niuch to answer for when he dies.” , ‘© And yet,” said our heroine, hastily, “and yet you are in the service of him, and are the wife of his confidant !”’ ‘* Alas!" returned Bridget, with a sigh, “it is too true, more’s the pity, No. 9 comicbooks.com