Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 190: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY. V7 result was, a cold, but firm denial, and a hint to the effect, that the ‘less he Visited the house the more agreeable it would be to him. Poor Gilbert was distracted: he remenstrated with, and implered my father to relent, but it was all te no purpose, althoogh he could not give any reason for his refusal, Bor express any other sentiment than the warmest admiration of bis character. Bat Gilbert guessed the real cause, and in a state of almost ungovernable rage and sorrow, he quitted the house, and sought me out to tell me the result of his interview with my father. ‘*T need not describe my feelings; you can, I know, Miss, well imagine and ~ appreciate them. I could scarcely believe my ears, and yet, from what I had noticed in the conduct of my parents lately, had fully prepared me for such a result. I flew to my father—I threw myself on my knees before him, and with tearful eyes implored him to recal his words; but he was deaf to may supplications, and, moreover, not only commanded me to forget Gilbert, but also to look upon Rufus as my intended husband, as he was the man he had fixed upon, aud his mind being fully made up, nothing eould alter his determination. ‘My anguish upon receiving these peremptory and determined injunctions, may be easily imagined by those who have experienced the pangs of disap- Pointed love. I reproached my father for what 1 could not help thinkiug Cruelty, and appealed to my mother ; although she was likewise.in favor of Rafus, yet she sympathized with my distresses, and promised me to endeavour to persuade my father to alter hig resolution, and rather sacrifice his own No, 28 , comicbooks.com