Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 82: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTBRY OF ST. MARK'S ABBEY. 69 * The Marquis did not retura for three days, endgduring that tine n0 one except the sentinels appointed, ventured near the north wing, in which was un~ donbtedly incarcerated some unhappy victim of the Marquis’s cruelty. Na ane saw him return, for it was late at night, and the inmates of the tower had long retired to their beds. The next morning, however, it was noticed by every one that be was ghastly pale and dreadfully agitated, and if any one spoke to him, he starfed, as though they had awoke him out of a dream, and stared vacantly around him, He was never abesont from the presence of the men whom he had so lately introduced to the tower, and he was locked up in his study with them for hours, Towards evening three of the men went away from the tower, and the Marquis kept himself secluded from the sight of every que ; it was however, well known from the light being seen burning in bis apartment, and be also being heard pacing it, at a late hour, that he had not gone to rest, “ The servants had scarcely retired ta bed, when they were aroused by hearing load and appalling shrieks, in a female voice, proceeding from the direc- tion of the north wing of the tower, which gradually grew fainter, until they died away entirely, and all again was as silent asthe grave. But, God bless me, what was that?” Angelina started, and @embled at the saute time, for she was almost positive she heard a sound like a stifled groan proceed from the chamber, and again the portrait seemed to tremble. She caught the arm of Bridget, in great pertar- bation, and directed her attention to it, but was unable to say a-word. Bridget, at first, looked very pale, and trembled a good deal, bat she soon recovered her self-possession, and entering the room examined the portrait and different parte of the chamber, and at last noticed that one of the windows was par- tlaily open. ‘6 Oh, it was only the wind whistling among the ivy around the window, and shaking this grim portrait of one of the ancient possessors of the tower,” she observed, smiling ; ‘! The dismal story I am telling, makes our fears more ready than they usually are, and then the thoughts of these being the very apartments in which-—” ‘*Good Heavens!” exclaimed the alarmed Angelina, “ you surely do not mean to say that these are the chambers in which the suspicious events to which you havo just alladed took place? Alas! and am I fated to remain a solitary prisoner, without-~” “ Hush |—pray do compose yourself,’ said Bridget “it was really very silly of me to say anything about it; but it can’t be helped now. Even sup- posing the restless spirits of those beings whom I have mentioned, do indeed haunt these chambers, what need you fear from them, when you never knew them, and consequently could not have done them any injary 2?” Just as she ceased speaking there was a noise in the court yard, and @ she hastened to the window to see what was the occasion of it. “ Dear me!” she exclaimed, “‘ how vexing, it is Rufus returned; I shall 2 not he able to finish the story till some other opportanity, for i he should catch me here, I don't. know what would be the consequences. Good bye, for the present, Miss ; I will see you again this evening, if poscible ; bet do not give way to useless fears. It will, no doubt, afford you some gratification to learn CORNICE DO© CO