Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 130: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE MYSTERY OY 6Y, MARK’S ABBEY. : ay terely dedn able to acknowledge herself yet; “ you dre always forming wee erroncous and preposterous conjectures.” ' © Bet my conjectures are not unfrequently verified,” returned Laura, smiling; ‘and particularly in these love affairs: why, I reckon myself as good as a‘witch. Ab! that sigh more than confinns the truth of my ideas, ‘Your heart is gene, cousin;' irrecoverably gone, and indeed if he was only anything cise but a smaggier, I feel certain that he is every way worthy to be its keeper.” ‘* What nonsense yeu do talk, Laura,’’ retarned Angelina, “indeed I shall be vexed: if you persist in speaking to me upon the subject.” ‘* Well, then, I am fearful that I meet incur your anger, rather then ceate to talk epon a subject, which hes co taken my fancy that I cannot get St out of my thoughts,” said the imperturbable Laura. “But now, my dear cousin, why should you be so cross, when I am only endeavouring to pay a very high compliment to your taste; I never saw sucha charming man, both ae regards his person and manners. What beautiful eyes he has vot; and then lets hair-is vo dark and se glosry, and——— but let me see; now I think of it, surely I have seen him befere? Where was it }—I have it. This is the very young man whom I saw some few month: back waiting in the meadows. Ah! you blush, Angelina; I see that 1 am right, and I perfectly well remember, how confused and bewildered. you was when I mentioned it to you !”’ Angelina blashed more deeply on this, and her confusion and mortification were much excited by the manner in‘which her cousin continued to tantalize ‘*Come,; come, Angelina,” the resumed, ‘‘do not continue to deny your sentiments; it is ne use to me ;—and——ah! as I live, a miniature teo, and exactly like him; well, this dees indeed astonish me !”’ "+ Our heroine hastily endeavoured to conceal the miniature which had eteaped from her besom, but it was too late—Laura had seen quite enough « it to satisfy her that her conjectures were true. - Never did Angelina feel more confused and mortified than she did upen this oeension, but the more she tried to conceal the real state of her heart, the more did her blushes reveal it to the inquisitive Laura, who, in spite of the emotion which her cousin betrayed, seemed to enjoy the discovery she had made vastly, and appeared determined to persevere in her raillery, until she hed made her confess the trath, with the most provoking obstinacy. . 66 Well, Augelina,” she exclaimed, “I must confess that I] never imagined you were so sly; why, you are a perfect intriguer; carrying on a secret correspondence with a young man, and accepting miniatures from him, and goodness: knows what; by-and-bye I should not at all be surprised if we heas of.an clopemeat. Dear me! I really should delight to hear of such a circumstance, if it were only for the romantic character of the affair.” ‘+ Laura,” said our heroine, seriously, “this levity is cruel, and I am astovighed that you will persist init. Besides, such insinuations as you have just uttered, throw a doubt.upon my want of prudence, which you must be confident is: quite grousdiess, I will never act in any way which may rot meet the approbation of my friends or my own conscience !”’ 6 Heigho |”? ejaculated Laura, “ what serious mortals this love makes of us peer girls, at least of some of 5 but for my part, I cannot see that there is ane GOnMMGIOO @ SS (CO) mn _