Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 179: what you’re looking at

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106: ANGSLINA> OR, _ ‘He is good—ho is gencrees—the ever-condy defender of the female sez, and, ane who woald despise himself could he by werd or deed wound their feelings, or cause them a moment's unhappiness. The Baron de Morton would do well te fellow the example set him by the lawless captain of « band of rufians.”’ The bareo bit bis lips, seawled fearfelly, and foldiag his arms across his hreast, paced the apartment to aad fro, ia a state of great excitement. At length, as a smile of secret exultation dwelt upon his features, he turned to Anugelian, aad in a tone of irony, ohserved,~-- “‘ But yet this noble, this brave, this generous snugzler-captain, this reb- ber, who is to set examples of vistne and integsity to his fellow-creatures, could not save himself from the powerofhisenemy!" ° ‘My God !” ejaculated the alarmed damsel, “ave, then, my worst surmises verified, and is the unfortunate Clifford, if he still lives, the prisoner of — ‘* He who sues your affections,” added De Morten, with: a leok of triumph, ** but one word from you can restore him to liberty. Say that you will con- sent to reign the mistress of —”’ ‘S Hold, villain!” interrepted Angelina, “ pollate not mine ears with a re- petition of that with which you have alzeady diegusted me. The Almighty will protect him from your malevolence, and I know he woald sooner soffer al! the borrers which your inhuman nature could iavent, than he would parchase his liberty at the sacrifice of the virive and happiness of her, upon whom his every thought, his every wish, his whole soul is fixed.’* ** And af what will avail his ubstisacy or yours,’ said the baron; “ are you pot securely ia my power, aad could I not obtain that by force which now I deign te sue for? Were it not my wish to win your love, and to prove to you the admiration and regard you have excited in my breast, I could this moment bask in those enjoyments E have taken so much trouble to obtain.”’ Angeliaa wrung her hands in despair, and gave utterance to a groan of in- tense agony. “« Come, come, lovely maiden,” said the baron, in a milder tone, “ you see the folly, the useleseness of remaining obstinate, and epposing me; banish all anger from your breast, endeavour tosmile upon the vows of one who loves you to distraction, and the gates of Hberty shall instantly be uabarred to Hugh Clifford.” ‘‘ Never! never!” cried Angelina, energetically. | ‘¢ Then your jover dies upen a scaffold !” answered the baron. The maiden fixed upon him a look of contempt. ‘sNay, proud beauty,’ continued De Morton, “you affect to treat my threats with scorn, but you may too soon, nevertheless, find them true. A price is set upon the life of Hugh Clifford, for crimes which render him amenable to the severest penalty, and to that fate it is in my power this misate to consign him,’ A feeling of the most inexpresajble horror fell upon the heart of Angelina, when the baron gave utterance to these words; her face became ghastly pale, her limbs trembled, and had she not drepped into a chair which was close by, she must have fallen to the floor. Bat in a very short time she recovered, 5 far as to be able to turn upédn the bason e leck, which seemed as if it would penetrate to bia soni, and then, iz a solemn voice, ejaguinted,— «COME NOOOKS. EO