Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 134: what you’re looking at

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TNE MYSTRRY OF 8ST, MARK’S ARBBY. 121 Mr. Woodfield, he looked sapplicatingly towards Angelina, and made an effort to address him, but Mr. Woodfield waving his hand with a serious aspect, -preventad him : — . ‘“Not.a word, sir,” said he, ‘you cannot offer a word in extenuation of your conduct. Itegret that the good opinion I formed of you, should be thus changer} an honourable map, sir, would not have chesen seach a method of ——” “Mr. Woodfield,” interrupted Hagh Cliffurd, with much emotion, ‘ hear wa, I beseech you; but ove word.” ‘*Noa a syllable,’ said Mr. Woodfield, peremptorily, ‘I should at all times have been happy to meet you as a friend ;—but henceforth, I must -decline your visils altogether; believe me, I shall mayer forget how much I owe to you for your services. Angeliaa, follow me.” A momentary glow of indignation and offended pride mantled in the cheeks of Hugh Clifford, at the haughtiness of Mr. Woo@field’s demeanour, but our heroipe Gxed upon him an expressive look, and it vanished in an instant, and turning to her uncle, as he was about to lead her into the cottage, he sald, in an earnest and urgent dona :— ‘Me. Waodfield, I must beg of you not {o leave me without affording me an Opportunity: of explaining myself, however severely my heart may feel it, [ will be ready to submit to your will, Grant me only a few momenlg con- versation.”’ i ‘5 No, 16 comicbooks.com