Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 205: what you’re looking at

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92 ANGELINA}; OR, crimes may deserves and that the inaecent objects of their eraeity and oppression may have ample justice done te them.” ‘s Amen !” ejaculated eur heroine, sincerely. ‘* Bat was Rufus ia the service of the baron at the time these mysterious events toek place ?” ‘* He was,” replied Bridget ; ‘‘ and, indeed, the baron and he were seldom apart. Rufus is several years older than me, and at that peried I was quite a girl, and it was before. the fatal time that he pressed his suit with my father. I bave heard the old domestics speak of him often; and there was net one but - what viewed him with an eye of aversion and suspicion. Whatever the crimes of the Baron de Morton may have been, depend upon it, that Rufus is equally guilty.” ‘ST fear that your surmises are but too just,” remarked Angelina; “‘ but I hope Heaven will pardon him, and bring him.to a sense of his guilt, isducing him to make all the atonement in his power, by unravelling those secrets that are now iuvolved in sach impenetrable mystery. _ But, alas! left to me mercy of the Baron de Morton, what have I not to dread 2?” °¢ Do not despair, Miss, I beg,” said Bridget ; ss your liberation from his power may be nearer at hand than you imagine. But, hark !—what noise is that ?” They both listened, and a strange, bustling noise from belew sounded in their ears. ‘‘ Something has ha&ppened,”’ observed Bridget s— ** there would not be such an uproar as that in the Tower, if something unusual had not occurred. What can it be, I wonder ?—Ah! some one is coming along the gallery.” The heavy tread of some person in the gallery was distinctly heard, as Bridget thus spoke ; aad, whoever it was, they stopped at the door which epened into the apartments they eccupied. The door wag quickly epened, and Rufus entered the room. At the sight of him, both Bridget and our heroine . trembled and turned very pale, while the ruffian seemed to be.ia an un- usually surly disposition, and scewling frightfully upon them, said,— ‘¢ Put on your cloaks, and attend me directly.” ‘¢ What is the meaning of this ?” inquired our heroine, ia astonishment ‘s Are we going to leave the Tower ?”’ ‘You are,’ replied Rufus; ‘ but ask no questions ;—be quick, or the pa- tience of the baron will be exhausted.”’ ‘+ It is getting late,’’ said Angelina, with some agitation depicted in her man- ner; ‘‘and, for what reason are we going to leave here in se ebrapt a manner ?—It looks not well.’’ “¢ It may not,” said Rufus, with a malignant grin; “at any rate, it le the baron’s will, and you will do well not to attempt to oppose it—Do you hear me, woman?” he added, turning fiercely to his wife, who had been toe much taken by surprise, to offer to de as he commanded ;—*‘ prepare yourself for a voyage,” ‘* A voyage !’’ reiterated Angelina, her alarm increasing, “ Aye,” returned the raffian,”—‘‘ bat, once mere I tell. yeu to ask no questions, but to get ready to follow me, unless you would prefer going as you are, which is quite immaterial to me.’’ Finding it would be perfectly useless to remonstrate with, or to question % ECOMicoOOKS.Com