Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 154: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY, 141 -I¢ was the voice of Clifford, and the reader may easily judge with what awotien she listened to the words of the song, to every one of which her heast so faithfully responded; but, at the same time, her agitation was still greater when she found that Charlotte was awake, and was apparently listen- ang with much surprise and pleasure to the nocturnal serenader.: - “‘ Well, 1 declare,” she exclaimed, when Hugh Clifford bad ceased, “ this ‘in an event worthy of a romance—a serenade at midnight; dear me! I wonder how the poor love-sick swain is?—No doubt, however, it is one of my numerous admirers, Poor fellow! what a pity itis that he should break his rest, and exert his lungs in such a hopeless case.” Angelina felt a great relief when she heard Charlotte express this conjecture, and she made some slight reply to her observations, which affected to coincide with her opinion, and then relapsed once more iato silence, listening anxiously to hear whether Clifford would again sing. But the tones which bad so charmed her no more vibrated on her ears, and with a feeling of regret and disappointment, «he turned to her companion, who, Botwithstanding the words she had made use of, seemed to be as much surprised and delighted as Angelina. , It was now evident to our heroine that Hugh Clifford had found out the place of her retreat, and with this certainty, was mingled a feeling of pleasure, which, in spite of the injunctions of Mr. Woodfield and Kate of the Ruins, she could not resist. Oh, no. let wbatever circoms‘ances there might arise. even though she should incur the grestest misery thaough the samé his image was teo strongly engraven on her heart. for ber ever to efface ‘him from her mMemery. and something whispered to her that, notwithstanding the untoward eepect of affairs at present, it was their fate, some time or the other, to come together. How he longed that she ceyld have revealed herself to him, and by a look. a glance, avsure him of the continuance of her love. and convince bim phat no earthly pewer covld ever make heg forget him. And what mast be hig sufferings? Too well could she tell the sentiments of his heart. and she was consinced that his breast was the abode of the most agonizing grief; and to know that he was wreiched, at the same time that it imparted to her a feeling of +xt-cy, as it convinced her of the reciprocity of his leve, made her feel more miserable than any other occasion could have made her. A brief silence now @nsued, and both her and Charlotte appeared to be lis- . fening with the hope of once more hearing the melodious tones of the myste- rious minstrel, and to be equally disappointed when their wishes were not gratified. ‘‘ I wonder who it could be,’ observed Charlotte; ‘*I never remember to have heard the voice before, althongh it is one I should not have the slightest objection to hear again. Do you not think his voice, and the manner in which he executed the serenade were very beautiful, Angelina ?” The question confused our heroine for a moment; but, recollecting herself, she replied, with assumed composure,— ‘¢ He certainly sang very sweetly, Charlotte, and evidently possesses no or- dinary musical taste.” “You are perfectly of my opinion,” replied the latter; ‘‘ but I wish I hed been up and dressed, to have seen who it was. I can’t, for the life of me, a” COL @ OO SS (CO)