Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 91: what you’re looking at

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AKGELINA}; OR, 8 where she was, and why should he take such an interest in what befet her,, after the manner in which she had repulsed bis advances? She sighed, and never did she feel more severely the pain of her confinement, Would that be. could see her, but that was impossible, or that she could adopt any method of letting him know in what part of the building she was confined, but that, was equally unavailable ; besides, if it were even in her power so to do, pru- dence would have forbidden her doing so to a stranger, and especially one,, who from what she had seen, she had a right to suspect was a man of question-. ‘able character. Quick again as lightning, these thoughts evaporated and made- room for othera of a contrary description ;—bad, he rot promised to protect, ber, and was not any situation than the one in which she was now placed,. and the danger which threatened her, preferable ?~-Xesel—But in what way. could she apprise him that she was confined in the tower, and direct his. attention to the exact part of the fabric she inhabited? She looked anxiously, in both apartments, but in neither could she perceive a pen andiak, and she did, not dare venture to calj, for fear that some. of the creatures. of the Baron de Morton should be listening, and the action should, not only immediately. decide. her fate, but consign him to punishment. In this state of mind, the feelings. of the hapless maiden may be very readily imagined ;. but she knew not how, to act. Oh, that she could attract his attention. to the window at which she. was standing, then would hope revive in her bosom, but as if. to mock her, wishes, he seemed to cxamine every casement but the right one. Having ap- parently walked round the. building, he returned to the same spat again, and: after the lapse of a second, seemed about to quit the place, which Ange-. Moa perceiving, was wound, up to a pitch of agony and impatience quite. intolerable, and once more casting ber eyes. around the room, she beheld. a small piece of wood, which had been broken off one of the legs of the table. Thinking to attract his attention, she picked it up and threw it from. the wind- dow, and it fell just by his feet. It had the desired effect; Hugh Clifford, (as he had denominated himself, to Mr. Woodfield), observed i, and imme~ diately runving forth a few yards from the tower, looked up, and directly. observed our heroine. We will not endeavour to describe the emotion evinced by. Hugh Clifford; spon recognizing Angelioa. Ho stood for a few seconds as if bewildered, then, eauddenly waving his hand, and bowing with infinite grace, he tarned and left ‘he place with much precipitation. When he bad got but a short distance from, he Spot, he agsin turned round, and, waved his hand,to Angelina, then leaping over the wall, was soon hid frum the sight. Our heroine in 9 transport of joy and gratitude, left the window, and throwing herself on her knees poured forth. gr thanks to Providence for the. circumstance which again inspired ber heart. with hope. ' She arose from her knees, and then began to question herself what reason she. had to rejoice so much at seeing the stranger? How could he assist her, and. why should he trouble himself to do so? But then again what had brought. him to the tower at such a singular hour? Again did her most sanguine nopes revive; yes, he had by some means elicited in whose power she was, and where she was confined, and had come with 0 cetermination to restore her to liberty. Already did her heart overflow with gratitude towards the hand- some stranger, and she invuluntarily breathed a sigh as she thought upon him, ECOMmicoOokKs @ (CO)