Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 198: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY, 185 and I was left entirely to the mercy of my husband, whose cruelty increased every day; but I was fated to endure much more. However, I was for several years released from his society altogether; the baron went on the continent, and Rufus accompanied him, bat for some reasons which they did net state, I was left behind, and was sent as a domestic to this Tower. “‘ Need I tell you how rejoiced I was at this providential circumstance? —From what a weight ef care was I released !—It was like entering into heaven, and I felt quite a new being. My spirits were gradually restored to me, and my health, which had suffered much from the constant ill-treatment 1 received, speedily became recruited. How often did I pray that we might Lever meet again. We but seldom corresponded, and when he did write to me, the tone of his letters was all that I might have expected from the treatment I bad experienced from him. ‘* Years had passed away in this manner, and still they did not retarn to England, and as I had-not received a letter from him for some time, I began to think that my husband was no more, but he still lived to be the cause of fature misery to me. You recollect, Miss, the return of the Baron de Morton, therefore I will pass over that and the subsequent events, and come at once to that dreadful night when you escaped from this Tower, and I nearly fell beneath the dagger of my husband. ‘* When I recovered my senses,’’ resumed Bridget, “on the night upon which the wound had been inflicted by my hugband, I fouad myself stretched Upon a rude pallet, in a small, dismal-looking room, and the disagreeabla No. % . comicbooks.com