Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 175: what you’re looking at

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163 _ + ANGELINA; OR, } Oo e in her power, it would, in all probability, have been anavailing, as they might neither have the power or the will to render her any assistance, She was aroused from the contemplation of these objects, hy hearing the balts of the front reom-door withdrawn, and filled with the ulmost horror, as the idea of the Baroa de Morton occurred to her, she remained standing upon the chair, (which she had bees forced to do to enable her to reach the casement,) com- pletely petrified, and incapable of moving. Her alarm was, howevet, in some measure dispersed, when the door opened, and the old weman entered. She seemed to be rather surprised at the situation in which she beheld our héroines but Angelina having quickly recovered her- self whea she saw who the intruder was, stepped from the chair, and awaited to hear what the woman's busihess might be with ber. Haviag placed a fresh-trimmed lamp upon the teble, and some supper, which she had broaght in with her on a tray, she seated herself im the chimney-corner, and making a sign to our heroine to come forward, shé commenced, without any farther ceremony, to eat heartily, and seemed resolved to make heresif quite at home. ‘‘ You had better get your supper at once, young woman,” she said, “and lot us retire to rest, for it’s quite late enough.” “ Are you, then, going te steep with me, my good woman ?” inquired An- gelina. * Yes, I am going to sleep in the same Yoom with yoo, if you have no eb- jection,” replied the woman. ‘¢ The baron thought you might be dull in such a place by yourself, and ad he very considerately ordered me to become your companion.”’ Angelina thought, that if she rendered herself no more agreeable than she had hitherto done, or maintained the same taciturnity, she would make but a ‘sorry companian; still, however, her presence afforded her some satisfaction, as it seemed to be a guarantee for her not being intruded upon by the Baron de -Morton. She put several more questions to the woman, but she refused to answer thems and finding it was, therefore, a fruitless task to endeavour to elicit anything from her, she gave ap the attempt ; and after partaking slightly of the repast, she prepared to retire to rest. The old woman having wrapped herself in a huge cloak which she had brought with her, stretched her limbs upon the sofa, and was soon fast asleep ; but not so Angelina—busy reflection long kept the drowsy god from her pillow ; but at length, fatigued and care-worn, sleep did come to her relief, and she found a temporary forgetfainess of Ler sorrows. Angelina slept caimily until a late hour in the morning ; and on opening her eyes, she found that the old woman was already up, and was preparing the breakfast. She mentally offered up a prayer of gratitade to Heaven, for pre- serving her threugh the night, and she arose and dressed herself. The old woman seemed to be in rather a better disposition than she had been the night before, and began to be somewhat more garrulous. Angelina perceiving this, ventured to ioquire of het whether Bridget was yet alive, and if she was stiil confined in the horrible dungeon underneath the Tower. ‘* She is alive, and, doubtless, will be very soon restored to health,” observed the old woman. ‘“‘ Yesterday morning the baron ordered het to be removed from the place where she was confined, and she has now proper attendance, and will continue te receive it wath she bas recovered.” COMIC OOOKS. EO