Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 110: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF BF. MARK’S ABBEY. 97 by motives of delicacy, fur she did‘ not wish ber uncle to become acquainted with the event which had placed it in her possession, Time passed quickly away, and the conversation was kept up between Hugh Cli€ord and Mr. WoodGeld with unabated animation. Hugh was elo- quent upon every subiect, and ernch sentence he utiered evinced a fine and highly-~cullivated taste. When Angelina veutured to put forth an opinion, she seemed enraptured, and {f by chance their eyes met, there was a warmth, an intensity iv his glances which plainly showed the iaterest she had excited in his borom. -- Often as their eyes met, the expressive look of admiration which be fixed wpon the maiden’s countenance called the blush of embarrassment to her cheekr, aad imparted a sensation to her breast which she had never experienced before, It wan late when they separated for the night, and Angelina was not then at all disposed to rest. She recalled to her memory every word Hugh Clifford had spoken, and pondered over them with feelings of delight and admiration, and two hours after they had separated, she was found lonking with earnest dttention upon thé mimiatare which traced with such admirable correctness his handsome features. No sounds now met our heroine’s ear, save the heavy (tend of the smegeler who was keeping watch upon the deck, or the dashing of the waves against the sides of the vessel, and she was about to refire to repose, when the tones of a guitar, touched by a masterly hand, met her.attention. A short, bat No. 13 comicbooks.com