Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 142: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY, 129 rivetted and bound up, and how much farther she might have wandered, ia this state of unconsciousness, is quite uncertain, had she not suddenly been aroused by the barking of a dog, and, looking up, what was her astonishment to behold herself standing near the rock, which was surmounted by the moss- covered ruins of Saint Mark’s Abbey. It was the first time she had been uear the venerable pile, since the adven- ture which her and her uncle had met with aftcr their return from the old-Grey Tower. She viewed the ruins now with a double interest, for it was near them she had first beheld Hugh Clifford; and from alao knowing how closely he was connected with them, and their mysterious occupant. Acting upon the im- pulse of the moment, she ascended the rock, and looked down upon the broad expanse of water, which was glittering in the golden beams of the, morning’s sun, Here and there a fisherman’s boat glided over its surface, and the song of the contented fisherman, and the whistle of the bardy-looking fisher-boy, vibrated on her ears, Angelina sighed when she brought to her recollection the night when she had first seen Hugh Clifford with the smugglers, and when her heart might be said to have received its earliest impression. Then came upon her memory, in the most vivid colours, his noble conduct in rescuing her from the power of the Baron de Morton, when he had first threatened her life ; and the danger and hazards he had run to release her from her im- prisonment in the old Grey Tower. Her bosom swelled with anguish, as she thus reflected, and knew that the object who, by such deeds, and the accome plishments of his mind, had kindled ber heart's affection, could never be her’s. Ne. 17 comicbooks.com