Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 14: what you’re looking at

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ANGELINA; or, Che Mystery of St. Markh’s Abbey. CHAPTER .I é “Cons, Angelina, pray let us return home} see, the sun has sunk behind tho westein hills, and the hare contemplation of these gloomy ruins is enough to fill one’s mind with frightfal apprehensions. I am sure 1 cannot see anything about these black and inots-eovered walls which frown so dismally upon the passengers, and offer only a retreat for the melancholy bat, or dreary screech- owl to admire ; and it is a matter of perfect astonishment to me, that you can be so fond of visiting them every day.” “ Hash, Laura,” interposed the fair companion of the first speaker, placing her finger upon a pair of the prettiest ruby lips that the imagination of a limoer could depict. “I thought I heard a sound; it seemed to me like the tone uf a guitar, touched by no anskilfal hand, There, again! Did you not hear it? Surely this venerable fabric, dilapidated asi? is, must be inhabited.” No. I comicbooks.com