Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 116: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 103 deavour to recalt to his memory the original of the likeness he had some slight tdea he had discovered. Tired of 4welling upon this subj ct, in which he only tecame involved in still deeper perplexity, his thoughts reverted to Hugh Ctifford, whe had ex- cited in his mind the greatest interest and admiration, mingled with feelings of suspicion, regret, and uneasiness. His admiration and gratitude were excited by the many personal and intellectual qualifications which the smuggter pos- sessed; his suspicion, from having neticed his conduct dering the voyage, the observations he had frequently made before their arrival at the Grey Tower, and his behaviour to Angelina after her rescue ; from all of which circumstances he was led to believe that the beauty of oar heroine had made a deep and lasting impression upon his mind, which caused him cons!- derable uneasiness, for though he placed the utmost confidence in the prudence of his niece, he knew how ready the heart is to imbibe an attachment for one possessed of the all-powerful recommendations of Hugh Cliffurd, and what misery too often accrues to those who love an object, they can never possess. He had watched Angelina narrowly on the voyage back, and he could not help remarking the modest but admiring eyes with which sbe seemed to observe the handsome young smuggler, and the evident delight with which she listened to him, while he so eloquently harangued upon every topic that was broached ; ‘and he felt a sentiment of regret that fate had placed him under an obligation to one from whom so much misery might spring. Had not Hugh Clifford have belonged to the lawless profession to which fe: did, there were other circumstances which would have presented an insu:- mountable barrier to any union between him and Angelina, which, for reasons that will probably be known in the sequel, he kept confined to his own breast. Filled with these refleetions, and amused at the novelty of his situation, Mr. Woodfield did not feet inclined to retire to rest for some time after Kate had left him. The apartment he was in, seemed of a date coeval with the original structure, but it was in ‘capital repair, and was furni-hed, if not with elegance, with the most sedulous attention to comfort, which was greatly added to by the cheerful blazing of a wood-fire, that cast a red glare upon the oaken waitiscot, and as itsJumens danced apon the carved figures with which it was covered, it gave them a variety of grotesque appearances, that would not only amuse but suggest a variety of conceptions to the beholder. ‘The apartment was in the south wing of the building, and commanded a view over a wide extent of wuodland scenery, which now, dimly lighted by the moon, had a particular solemn appearance, the trees looking, with their dark foliage waving in the breeze, like the gaunt phantoms of another world, or-the giant supporters of a vast quantity of funeral palls. While Mr. Woodfield still stood at the Basement watching this scene, a piercing shriek, more terrific than he ever remembered to bave heard before, ran through the place, and seemed sufficient to arouse the dead. His first impulse was to start to the door, thinking it was Angelina, and that she needed his protection; but what was his astonishment to discover that it was quite fast, and evidently closed with a spring, which could only be opened on the outside? He next called aloud, but the echo of his own voice was the only answer he received. Next he kicked violently at the door, but all {o fo purpose, no person replied to him. Then he réorembered the waruing " COA @ OO SS (CO)