Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 129: what you’re looking at

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£16 ANGELINA OR, the other side of the room, muttered seme words which were tnietelligibic to any one but himeclf. Hoe plainly enw the impression which the smuggler captain had made upon her, and be SagFOMeS mane Gee ever Se Ghaheeates which had brought him te the cettage. There was another thing which bothered Mr. Weodfield, this was, how. te accommodate him. The chamber he was now in was the one fn which: Auge- lina and Laura slept, and he had no other convenience for them, bet at length it was decided that they should intrude upon the kindness of their neighbour, Dame Gertrude, until Hugh Clifford had recovered, and was able to quit the cottage. This arrangement being made, they departed for the cottage of the old woman, attended by Mr. Woodfield. He informed Ger- trude that having not long before received an unexpected guest in the person of a male relation, froma distant part of the. country, be requested thet she would endeavour to accommodate his daughter and ‘niece by suffering them te lodge with her while he (the said relative) remained with him. Gertrude was very ready to consent to this, for she was much attached te Laura and our hereine: and besides, it would afford her company, her cot- tage being lonely, no one living in it but herself, and she bad another excelient bed, which her son, who was now away from home, used to sleep in. As.soon ss Mr. Woodfield had. taken his departure, old Gertrude having. forced them to partake of the humble repast which she had spread before them ou their entrance; would have entered into a long conversation, and have asked'a multiplicity of questions about the guest at Mr. Woodfield’s cot- tage, but Angelina evaded her questions as much as possible; but she hed considerable difficulty in preventing the garrulous tongue of the thought. less Laura from relating all the particulars, and betraying who it was, notwith- standing, her father had particularly cautioned her upon that subject, on their way thither. Soon after they had had supper, Angelina having pleaded a head-ache, and Laura being anxious to heve some cunversation with her cousin upon the strange event of the night, they requested Gertrude to excuas them, and she conducted them to the clean room in which they were to sleep. “Well,” ebserved Laura, “I wonder how Mr. Ciiford is now. I mast confess, Angelina, that he has]one of the handsomest faces that I cover saw before ; and then his manners are so elegant. Who would think he was a smuggler? Bat yet I do no not wonder after all, theugh I coulds’t help noticing it at first, that you should express such violent emotion when you saw him, aud the glances of affection that——"’ ' 6 Laara,”’ interrupted our heroine, hastily, while crimson blushes suffused her cheeks, “ what'mean yon? Gilances of affection !” ' “FT repeat it, affection,’”? said Laura, pertinaciously, ‘“‘ah, coz, looks sometimes express more than words; and when a handsome young maa like this Hugh Clifford (bless me! what a romantic name !)—[ say, when a handsome young man like Hugh Clifford, considering that you are indebted ts him for. your liberty and your fife, is the object, there are very few-pirls that would be able to resist him. I must say that I have no such‘ adaman-e tine heart, and I am so-captivated with him, that I am haif inclined te senaned eT rival, and to set my cap at him.’ © Laura,’” said our hereine, who was vexed at ber cousin’s ohenrvations, or rather’ chagrined - that she’ should have discovered that, which she had ECOMmicoOokKs @ (CO) mn _