Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 152: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARRK’S ABBEY. 139 Thus passed away a month, and in that time Angelina had received two or three letters from her uncle and Laura, which she read with delight, couched, as they were in language of affection and consolation. Both Mr. Woodfield and bis daughter, however, most carefully avoided mentioning the name of Hugh Ciffford, neither did they make any allusion to him. Of course, Angelina saw at once their reasons for doing so, and could not help applauding that which shewed that they wished to avoid a subject which they knew would only cause ber pain. Charlotte and our heroine bad now become as much attached to each other as if they bad been constant companions from childhood, and the disposition of the former was so much like that of Laura, that it in some measure made op for the deprivation of her society. Mcs. Montmorency saw but little company, and what she did, was of the most select description, and such as was calculated to improve the mind of her daaghter, and we need not, therefure, say, that Angelina was delighted with them, and -that the little parties that were frequently formed at the house of Mrs, Montmorency, were genuine parties of pleasure, and had the most bene- ficial effeets upon her spirits and disposition. One evening, Angelina and Charlotte were seated at the drawing-room win- dow, which commanded a view over the sea, and were watching, with sen- timents of unbounded admiration and delight, the setting of the golden orb of dav, when the former suddenly beheld the figure of a man emerge from be- hiad one of the rocks, and walk on at a quick pace, towards the house. There was something in the appearance of the man, which struck Angelina immediately as being familiar to her, and her heart beat violently againet her side. As be approached wearer, she was the more certain that she had seen him before, but when he raised his head, and she recognised Hugh Clifford, the reader will be able to judge her excessive astonishment. and agitation. She could not repress an exclamation of surprise, and turned very pale, which Charlotte observing, eagerly inquired what was the matter. Our heroine, fearful of betraying the truth, replied with as little confusion as possible, that she felt suddenly indisposed, and retired from the window 3 bat her emotion was so powerful that Charlotte was not satisfied with the answer she had given her, and again urged her to inform her what had hap- pened to occasion her such evident alarm, but Angelina evaded her questions, and still pleaded indisposition as the cause. The nature of our heroine’s thoughts upon this occasion, may be imagined without much difficulty. Had Clifford become acquainted with the place in which she was located, and come there purposely to obtain an interview with her? or had he come there by accideat, and knew not that she was in the neighbourhood ? She was more inclined to think the former, and her heart trembled with fear as she thought so. .cst he should come to the house, and demand an interview with her. Still, however, upon more mature reflection, she could not believe that he would act se imprudently, and she became more easy upon that point. But oh, how her heart panted for an interview with the dear object of her heart’s warmest affections; how she longed to tell him the place he still held, and always must hold, in her love ; and that, although cruel Fate had apparently ordained that they should never come together, yet, while she had life, to him alone, her heart would be devoted. Fearful of exciting the suspicions of Charlotte, she did not venture to look from the window again, so that she ight ascertain whether Hugh Clifford was COL @ OO SS (CO)