Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 162: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’ S ABBEY, 149 We shall not take the trouble to enter into a minute detall of the voyage, as nothing occurred worthy of any particular attention, and the following day, the vessel arrived at the place of its destination, which our heroine found to be as she had anticipated, the old Grey Tower, in which she had before suffered such a painful incarceration. How she shuddered with terror as she gazed upon its blackened walls, which seemed to frown despair upon her, and thought how probable it was that she might never more emerge from them,.aad as the ponderous doors closed upon her, her heart sunk as though she had, at that moment, been enclosed in a tomb. She was hurried across several lower apartments, but in quite a contrary direction te that ix. which they bad taken her when she had been brought there before; and at length she was mrch alarmed, when raising a trap-door which discovered a flight of steps beneath, and which was very dark, they began to descend the stairs, and she was forced to follow. These steps she had no doubt, led to some of the dismal under-ground apartments, and her terror may be well imagined, when she thought upon this, and conjectured that in all pro- bability, they were going to confine her in one of the dungeons under-ground. ** Oh! for God sake, inform me, whitter you are taking me?” exclaimed Angelina, addressing werself to Ruthvan, in the most piteous accents. ‘Toa place from which you will find it rather difficult to escape, me- thinks :” replied Ruthven, with a savage grin of exultation,’* you was not con- tented when you were indulged with handsome ap» sheepanien urd now we must try what a little more rigorous confi. 2ment will do.” ‘¢ Father of mercy, look down upon me, and protect me !” exclaimed Ange- lina, in accents of terror and despair, and, Ruthven seizing hold of her arm, harried her on, until having descended the stairs, they entered upon a subter- raneous passage, which was so dark that the objects beyond could not be dis- | tinguished. Ruthven kiadled a light in a small Janthorn which he had with him, and our heroine then discovered that they were in one of the passages which she had traversed when she made her escape from the tower. At length, Ruthven stopped before an iron door, and applying a large key, from a bunch which he carried by his side, after some difficulty he unlocked it, and revealed to the horror-struck Angalina, a glo»my dungeon, in one corner of which was a mattress, in the centre, an old deal table, and a chair. It seemed as if it had recently been inhabited by some unfortanate being, and who had probably sunk beneath the cruelty and opprezsion under which it was most likely her fate to suffer. ' This is your apartment, young lady,” said the villain Ruthven, with a sar- castic grin, “ it certainly is not a very splendid one, but admirably adapted for the breaking of certain refractory tempers. In with you.’ ‘Oh, for the love of heaven, if you have one spark of humanity in your breast, do not leave me in this terrible place ;?? cried our heroine in frantic tones, ‘‘ Oh, mercy ! mercy !—Rather kill me at once than leave me here.” ‘¢Oh, you will get used to it in time,” said the heartless wretch ; “ there, don’t stand listening to her nurse.” ‘¢Oh, save me, save me from this awful doom; ”’ shrieked Angelina ; but the next instant Ruthven rudely thrust her into the dungeon, and having left the lanthorn on the table, he and his companions quitted the place, and, clasing it upon ber, segured it by lockipg and bolting it. COL @ OO SS (CO)