Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 199: what you’re looking at

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~~ 1365 ANGELINA ; OR, old woman who lately attended you, sitting by my side. My wound was very painful, but I soon ascertained that it was not dangerous, ‘66 Where am I?’ I exclaimed, trying to raise myself in the bed, and for- getting what had taken place, ‘where am I, aod for what am I brought hither 2?” ‘¢That you will soon learn,’ answered Deborah, ‘if your memory is se imperfect; I can only say that you ought to be very thankful to your hugbana and my lord, that they have spared your life !” ‘The whole trath flashed upon my recollection in a moment. 66 Ab!’ E cried eagerly, * has she escaped ?° ‘©¢QOh, then,’ seid Deborah, and a dardonic grin passed over her ugly features, ‘then you do acknowledge that it was you who assisted her to escape ?” | ‘¢*¢ | do,’ replied I, fearlessly, ‘and I trast to Heaven that she has net been foiled.’ . ‘** Very pretty, very pretty, indeed,’ observed Deborah, ‘so then you not only acknowledge your offence, but actually exult in the perpetration of it 2’ 6° ¢ 1 do rejuice to think,’ I returned, ‘that the designs of the guilty have been frustrated, and that I have been the lucky instrument in the hands of Providence, to accomplixh that task, and to restore that much wronged, and persecuted female to the liberty of which she ought never to have becn deprived.” “¢S Well, I never beard sach boldness and effrontery in my life,’ ejaculated the old woman, turning up her eyes in apparent astonishment and incredulity. ‘¢* Aad what have those who are conscious of having only done their duty fo a suffering fellow-creature to fear ?? I demanded. s** It strikes me very forcibly, that you will find you have. more cause for fear than you seem to imagine ;’ returoed Deborah ; ‘a wholesome punish- ment will prevent you playing ‘such tricks again, and break that obstinate, stub- born temper you possess; and were I in your husband’s or the baron’s place, I would take good care that you should not escape it.’ ‘¢ I turned from the hateful old woman with disgust, I could scarcely helfeve she was ore of my own sex. I must confess though, that I could not think upon my situation without a sensation of the deepest horror, notwithstanding I affected such indiffererce and courage, Too often had I experienced the terrors of my husband’s vengeance, not to feel assured, that in the present instance there would searcely be any bounds to the extent of cruelty to which he would not hesitate to proceed, more especially as he would be urged on to it by the baron, whose rage at your escape I anticipated would be of the most violent deseription. Indeed, when I came to reflect apon it, 1 expected nothing less than death; and I would have preferred it to the dreadful state of lingering agony to which I was doomed. One circumstance, however, brought temporary relief to my mind, and that was, I ascertdined from, Deborah that neither Rufus nor the baron were at present in the tower, and it was uncertain when they would return, as they had left the place almost tare mediately after your fight was discovered, and had, doubtless, gone in pursuit ef you. ‘The place in which I was confined was a very miserable room, the COMIC DOOKS. EO