Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 124: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF 8T, MARK’S ABBEY. 12 bad the latter periched, but that Mr. Woodfield had also lost his life in‘at- tempting to rescue her from the power of the villain who had borne ber away from them, Their suspicions still lighted upon the Baron de Morton, and unable longer to endure their fears aad anxiety, they determined to obtain an interview of the baroness, and to demand an explanation. With this design ia vicw, Laura and her mother had left their cottsge, and were proceeding towards the castle, when Kate croseed their path, and commanded them to abandon their preject, and to retura home, assuring them that beth Mr. Weodfield and his niece were safe, and would, ina few days, be restered to them. Fearful of disobeying her, and seriowsly believing that Kate possessed some supernatural power, they did turn back, and endeavoured to reconeite themselves, and to place full reliance in: the promises of the weman of the ruins. Need we describe their extacy, when, as they were seated on the beach underneath their cottage-window, they beheld Mr. Wooddgeld und Angelina appreaching. At first they could scarcely believe their eyes, bat when they came pearer, and they were certain they were not mistaken, a scream of jey escaped from each of their bosoms, and rushing towards them they became locked fondly in each other's arms. The first emotions of their restoration having subsided, they eagerly de- manded an explanation of the whole affair—who had borne Angelina away-~ how Mr. Woodfield had found her out—and by what means he had been enabled ta rescue her. These questions Mr. Weodfield answered as briefly as potsible, taking care, at the same time, not to disclose anything which Kate had enjvined him to keep secret. They both heard the account with mech astonishmunt, and’ particularly when they were informed that to Kate they were indebted for the life of Angelina. ‘*s Well,” observed Laura, after they had been discoursiag for some time upon the subject, “it is very clear that the wild woman of the —_ is a witch, or she never could act in the manner she does.” “I am decidedly of your opinion,” ceincided her mother; “but, at any rate, she is the best sort of a witch I. ever heard of, for, walike others, instead of doing ali she can‘to annoy and perplex us, poor. mortals, se seoms to take delight in thwarting the desigos of the guilty, and in assisting the oppressed.” Mr. Woedfield did endeavour to remove this absurd and superstitious idea, which was favourable to the wishes and desigis of Kate. Bet they listened apparently with even deeper iaterest to the ealogies which Mr. Wood- field bestowed upon Hugh Clifferd, who had so generously aad willingly siven them his assistance, withont whlch he could not have suesceded in his object. ** Bless my soul!” ejaculated Laura, smiling, ‘‘ what a romantic adventore —old Gothic ruins—a haunted tower—a stolen damse}—and a ersant in the shape of a gallant yeuag man, who, of course, must be very handsome-—~is he rot, Angelina 2?” Angelina blashed deeply, and faltered out some confused ‘answer; and the tantalizing Laurea observing the effect her question had upon her, seemed * inclined to persist ia following ap the subject. a “Ah? gaid she, smiling archly at her cousin, ‘‘I sea I have guessed COMIC OOOKS. ECO @