Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 125: what you’re looking at

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1:2 AKUELINAS OR, right. Yout haight ertant hes charms afd gtncea' tb cme hist, bat then the idea of a emuggier captain ———"” of * Keough of this, Laura,” isterrupted her father, impatiently 4 “bis sitaas tion in life ic bis misfortune , but to him we owe a debt of evatitade, ieee we.shall not be able easily to repay.” . [aera became silent, and our bereias folt great relief. They then ‘entered upon the subject of Angelina’s suizare, and Mr: Woodfield expremed.bis. iu- digaation against the Baron de Morten in se very measured: terms, and mentioned his determination te seck nedrcest, and to gain the protection af = law against any future attempts that the beron might make. ' “Tae bared is wealthy and powerful,” enid Mra. Woodfield ;' ane I think ic would be much betéer to avoid any contention with him, ay leaving ‘the; neighbourhood altogether, by which we shall escape his persecution, which ja.the mest singular and unacceuntable thet I ever heard of... “+ Think you then that his wenlth or power will intimidate me from seeking that redress which the law entities me tof” sald Me. Weedfield. ‘No, indeed, it shail not ; but for the present we will drop the subject, and wai: till the baren returas to. the castle. Inthe mean time Angelina must use she utmost caution in her behaviour, aad not to be away fram home any mere than ha can pesibly help; for, donttless, the villain will have nona of bis mys sridons lusking about the nei ghourhood.”’ Lo, The conversation was cow dropped, and they separated. Graicial to heaven for her providential reseue frum the fate with whick the Baren de Morton had threatened her, every time her thonghis adverted to the subjeet,so did the image of Hagh Clifford sme upon her mind, pictured in .ull the glowing colours which ber warmest admiration could saggest. For bours she would contemplate his likeness, and recal to het memory the expressive looks he had bestowed upon her, the sentiments of eviient regard which his tongue had given utterance to; and reflection but stamped hi; for mere indelibly on her mist, asd convinced her that she had admitted a pession to her heart, which she had knewa ‘alone by name, before she saw trim. Wreng as‘ she knew she was in retaining possession of the miniature, she could net make up her mind.to part with it, neither had she the means of returning it, ngt knowing. where to find Hugh Clifford, or when they might meet again. Several days elapsed, and nothing particular occurred; our heroine, in obediesce to her uncle's injusctions, had not left the cottage to aay distance, aed: the barom wes still absent from the castle. Angelina had several times theaght upon the adventure she had met with in the abbey rainss—the form she had soon, and the awful noises she had heard, and she in vain tricd to eolve the mystery. Tho words which Kate had spoken to her, aad the caution she had given her, with regard to Hugh Clifford, also frequently to:mented her thoughts, and her mind might be said to be in a continual state of resticasness. it was about a week after her retarn home, that Angelina, Laura, and Mrs. ‘Woodfield were sitting in the cottagé pariour one eveaing, when they were suddenly alarmed by hearing a groan which seemed to proceed from some perton immediately outside the cottage. They were terribly frightened, and for a secoad of :twe were uncertain how to act. Mr. Woodfidid had been from home since the morning, and as a sudden thought darted acré*s Mrz. .Weodficld’s mind, she jumped from ber chair, and exclaimed:— —. COL @ NOOKS ACO