Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 118: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF SI, MARK'S ABBEY. 405 A hollow moan which appeared to issue from the wainscot inciveiilatety behind, interrupted him. He started round hastily ;— but no object met his view, and all was again quiet. “6 Ie was only the wind,” he said, ‘ these, strange events have unnerved me,” Feeling tired, but not sleepy, be threw himself on the bed; without undress= ing himself; but not many minutes had he done so, whea he was ooce more startled by a loud crash, which sonaded like the falling of something Beads] Ouny and appeared to be in an adjacent room. We will now return to Angelina. Dering the temporary absence of Kate of the Ruins, Angelina could not help refiecting on the events that had recently occurred to her, and wondering for what she was now reserved. The conflict which had taken place with the smugglers and the revenue officers, was impressed upon ber recollection in the most vivid colours, and shg shuddered when she reflected upon the jm- minent danger in which Hugh, Clifford had been placed... “Ob, that he wold abandon this life of peril,” she suliloquized ;. ‘ surely with such qualifications as he possesses———”” . She checked herself, and blushed deeply to find her mind wanddring. upes a such a spbhjects; and asked herself why she should take so deep an interest in the fate of the smuggler captain? She tried to perauade henelf that it was excited merely by gratitude for the services he had rendered her; but yet reason, in spite of all Ler efforts, would convince her, that the sentiment de- served a much more tender name. She tried to divert her thoughts from No. 14 _ e comicbooks.com