Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 153: what you’re looking at

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140 ANGELINA} OR, etili there, and the siate ef anxiety and doubt she vas plunged iatrs was alenost insepportable. A quarter of an hour elapsed, and as Angelina did aot bear any knock at the door, or receive any summons from Mrs. Meatmoreaty, she concluded that Clifford knew not of her being there, and that he had only come by mere chance, and would leave the place without knowing she was there, on whom his affections were irrevocably fixed. Conscious as sife was that obedience to the wishes of her uncle rendered it imperative on ker to shun a meeting with Hugh, she could not indulge these thoughts without consider- able pain, and the ardour of her passion had a pewerful struggle with her sense of duty and propriety. Unable to restrain the power of her agitation, and apprehensive tha¢ Char- lotte would suspect what was ibe cause of it, she, at lengib, made an excuse, aod retired to her chamber, where she could, unobserved, give free indulgence to the tumult of thoughts which crowded on her brain. “ Alas!” she soliloquised, ‘ my fate isa most tormenting one. Why was he again brought before my sight, but to remind me of the hopelessness of my love, and the cruel destiny which tells us we must never hope to be united? Little does be imagine, 1 dare say, that her who feels that she atill loves him _with all the fervour which it is possible for the human heart to entertain, is so near him; for if he did, well am I convinced that no impediments would pre- _vent him from rushing into my presence. Oh! Clifford, absence from you I feel has only increased the passion you have created in my bosom.” Angelina not being in proper spirits to endure the society of ber friends, dis not leave her chamber again that evening, and she went to bed at an early hour, aod long before Chirlotte (who slept in the same apartment with her) joined her. But sleep was a stranger to her eyelids: her mind was tov busy to admit of that respite from care, and even after Charlotte has! been in bed for some time, and had sunk into a deep slumber, Angelina continued to toss rest- lessly on the pillow, and the unexpected appearance of Hugh Clifford har- rassed and bewildered her mind, It was about eleven o'clock when Angelina was suddenly aroused from this state of rumina‘ion, by hearing the tones of a guitar, played by a masterly hand, and which seemed to proceed from immediately underneath her chamber window. She listened with breathless attention. The air was a very plaintive one, and she was almost certain that she had heard it before ; and, after awhile, a voice. whose tones could never be erased from her recollection, sang the fol- lowing words, every syllable of which was listened to by her with the most en- thusiastic delight and admiration :— ‘©The heart which throbs with passion true, Though Fate may inte: pose ; Nor time, nor distance can subdue, Each day more fierce it glows !— Oh, who can stop its secret moves, Or its fond links dissever ? The heart that truly, fondly loves, Must faithful beat for ever! For ever ! Till its pulsation cease in death, Theat heart must love for ever !” COMIC OOOKS. ECO @