Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 92: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S aDBEY: 79 She took forth the miniature he had dropped, from her besom,-and thén she dis- covered that a small locket which she always had suspended from her neck was missing. The locket was a very curious one, and ber uncle had always enjoined her to take particular care of it, as he said it was one which had belonged to her parents. She knew that she had it in her possession when she eft the place of her incarceration to attempt to escape from the tower, arid consequently, she must have dropped it on the way. This discovery caused our herolne considerable uneasiness and vexation, far she had no means of recovering it, and shoald {t fall into the power of any of the raffians, she knew not what might be the consequences. The adventure of the morning had, however, somewhat revived ber hopes; and she endeavoured to tranguillise her mind, but this was a much mere difficult task than she had apprehended, for she was surrounded by so many dangers that before any assistance could bé rendered her, if such indeed were intended, her fate might be decided. Nothing particular occurred to her that morning, and she continaed to sit at the window and watch the expanding beauties of the young morn, until she was aroused by hearing the key turn in the outer door of her apartments; then the bolts were withdrawn,. and just as her heart was beating with ap- prehension, her astonishment and gratification were not a little excited, when the door opened, and Bridget entered, bringing with her, her morning's repast. Angelina could not help expressing by ber looks the pleasure she felt at again seeing the good-natured domestic, who, for her part, plainly showed that she experienced the same feelings. ‘< J was fearful that you had been subjected to some species of cruelty for your kindness to me,” observed Angelina. ‘“‘ As for that matter, Mise,” replied Bridget, ‘* I have been harshly snough treated by Rufus; but that is pothing new tome. But I am fearful almost to speak, for I know not who may be watching me, and listening to what I say.” Bridget now closed the door, and preceded our heroine to the inner apartment, where she spread the repast on a table, and requested her te partake of it. Angelina could not help remarking that Bridget appeared agitated, and that she wanted to say something, but was yet afraid to speak- After a pause, however, and having looked carefully into the front room, and gone to the door and listened, she returned to the room in which she had left our heroine, and said in a low voice :— “* How foolish you were, Miss, to take advantage of the neglect and forgete fulness of Rufus last night, and to try to effect your escape from this place. Why, it would be a matter of impossibility for any one to do so who was not thoroughly acquainted with the tower, for there are so many intricate wind- ings. Besides, what could you bave done alone, if even you had got outside this building, so far away from home as you are, amid strangers, and ina place where the emissaries of the Baron are in every hole and corner ?” Angelina sighed. ** Alas !”’ she exclaimed, ‘‘ I did no more than what any ether person would have done under similar circumstances. What a terrible fate is mine, and the uncertainty of it renders it still more fearful.” “ I can but repeat what I have before assured you,’ said Bridget, “* namely that IT pity you from the bottom of my heart, and God knows, if it were COL @ OO SS (CO)