Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 126: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF 8T. MARKS ABBEY. 118 “Good God! surely it cannot be your uncle, Angelina ;—should any harm have happened to him——” The groan was at that moment repeated, and the three females rushed simultaneously to the door and threw it open. Angelina started back with a scream, when she beheld Hugh Clifford leaning against the door-post, and bleeding profusely from a wound in his breast. It would be impossible to describe the consternation of all three when they beheld the smuggler captain, and prompted as they were by motives of humanity, sfill did neither Mrs. Woodfield or Laura offer to render any assist. ance, they were so astonished and alarmed. But the extreme agitation evinced by our heroine, the more surprised than and especially when she ex- claimed in a voice of deep emotion !— ‘Good God! be is murdered! alas! who has done this?” Hugh Clifford looked up in her face, and there was an expression in his eyes which showed how much her words delighted him, aod more than compen- sated him for any pain he might endure. In those few words he discevered that which he was so anxious to know, namely, that he was not indif- ferent to her; that she felt for him already, although probably unconscious of it herself, the dawning of a passion which would shortly expand into all the extent the ardour of woman's most fervent love, At that moment, even in the midst of the pain he then endured, he experienced a sensation of delight which he had seldom felt before. ‘* Sweet maiden,” ho uttered, in feeble tones, “be not alasimad ;—some No,15 * comicbooks.com