Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 107: what you’re looking at

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+ | ANGELINA; OR, as if eshamed of tis weakness, ha-uly stepped up to the couch, and averting his head, raised his arm; but a second, and one piercing cry was heard—the murderer started, and the ruys of the lamp fell full upon the distorted features of his enbappy victim. A convulsive shivering shook his limbs; a livid hue overspread his countenance, he dropped the dagger, and in a voice of terror exciaimed : ** Demons of darkness! whose features aro these ?}—Bridget! Horror ! herror! I have murdered my wife ¢’’ CHAPTER XXI. A poat was waiting uador the rock, the approach of Hugh Clifford and his companions, into which they stepped, and the men quickly plying their oars, it ecudded over the vast deep with the speed of lightning, and they soon were all sate on board the smuaggler’s vessel. Angelina felt timid at firet, when she found herself surrounded by the rough and hardy smaggiers, but a louk from Hugh Clifford, and the respect with which they all treated her, soon re-assured her, and witha heart over- flowiag with gratitude to her deliverer, she suffered herself to be conducted by the captaia, followed by ber unele, te a very handsomely fitted-up cabin, | is which refreshments were already prepared. Hitherto ow: heroine bad had very little opportunity to express her joy at ber restoration to liberty, and her thanks to those who had been the cause of it, bat unable any longer to restrain her feelings, she now threw herself into her uncle's arms, and in a transport of delight, wept upon his bosom. ¢* Oh my dear uncle,” she cried, “ what bitter anguish you must have suffered at my mysterious disappesrance ;—my poer avat, too, and Laera, were they net ina dreadful state of alarm ?—Oh, yes, I know they must have been; Kk shall never—wnever be able to repay you fur rescuing me from the terrible fate with which i was threatened.” +s Nay, my love, to this gentleman, and to the mysteriogs woman of 5S¢. Mark's Abbey, your gratitade is principally due,” observed Mr. Woodfeld, * for without them, I might etill have remained in ignezance of your conceal- ment, and even after I had obtained that knowledge, I should have lacked the power to release you.” Angelina turned her eyes, beaming with sensibility and thankfulness upon the handseme countenance of the smuggler captain, aod while deep blushes of maiden modesty dyed her cheeks, she said in atone of sweetness which went immedistely to the heart, and seemed to hold it captive ia its fascina- tion t— ‘¢T de, indeed, thank this gentleman, and I trust that be will do me the justice to believe that I entertain a full sense of bis kindaess, not only upon this occasion, but once before, when he saved me from the power of the Baron de Morton.” The fine expressive eves of Hagh Clifford sparkled with more than ennai brilliancy, and he appeared to hang upon every word which cscapod the lips of COL @ NOOKS ACO