Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 207: what you’re looking at

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194 ANGELINA 3 OR, in the boserti of the ocean, but stil] she came not, and the uneasiness of Mrs, Mentmorency increased to such a degree, that she was worked up to a state of eomplete distraction. ‘6 Good Ged! what can detain the poor girl?’’ exclaimed she, in tones of the deepest distress. ‘* Some accident must surely have befallen her, or she would not have been absent so long as this, when she would be aware what alarm it would cause us.” ‘I really do not know what to think of it,” ejaculated Charlotte, who was as much frightened as her mother, for she had become as fondly attached to our heroine, as if she had been her sister ;—but, indeed, I am fearful that your surmises, my dear mother, are too true, and that something must have happened to the poor girl.” ‘¢ This state ef suspense is insupportable,”’ said her mother. ‘° Send for Peter, and, accompanied by him, I will instantly go forth, and see if I can discover any traces of her. If anything should have happened to her, Mr. Woodfield will ever blame me, for what he must consider neglect on my part.’” ‘¢ J will also attend you,’ observed Charlotte, rising from her chair inme- diately, and slipping on ker cloak ; ‘* I eannot remain behind, in a state of fear and uncertainty. Probably, she is only detained by the beauty of the evening —you know how ferd she is of watching the sun, as his last red streaks fade away on the western horizon.” ‘¢ I hope it may be as you have imagined,’’ said her mother ; s—< but I have a foreboding that all is not right.” ‘SAh ! and so have I, ma'am,’ remarked Ann, who, at this juncture, entered the room, in obedience to the summons of her mistress.——"* and I think I have pretty good reasons for my fears, too.”’ ‘6 What do you mean, Ann ?”’ demanded Mrs. Mentmorency, impatiently. ‘s What de I mean, ma’am,’”’ repeated the girl ;—‘‘ why, didn’t I see a strange, ugly-locking, cross, middle-aged man, lurking about the house, only yesterday—and wasn’t he looking up and watching all the windows ?7—And, didn’t he speak te me, and say to me, ‘ Good morning to you, my pretty lass ?°—Yes, pretty lass, he said.— And, didn’t he question me about having a visitor here ?7—And, didn’t he say that he knew Miss Angelina well ?—And, didn’t he, when he had learnt from me that Miss Angelina was a visitor here, walk away, laughing, as much as to say——”’ ‘6 Silly girl,’ exclaimed Mrs. Montmoreney, with much agitation, “ why did you not make me acquainted with this circumstance immediately ?” ‘6 Why, lor’, ma’am,’ said Ann, ‘‘ I did not think there was any danger to be feared from it. Besides, I did tell Miss Angelina all about it.’’ ‘6 Good God! this circumstance confirms my worst fears,” ejaculated Mrs. Montmorency ; “ the unfertunate girl has again fallen into the power of her enemies !” Charlotte now recollected the circumstance of the serenade which her and Angelina had heard, and an idea in a moment flashed across her mind. ‘* My dear mother,’ she suddenly observed, ‘* I have just recalled to my recollection, an event which leads me rather to imagine, .that Angelina has been carried away by her lever, Hugh Clifford, than the emissaries ef the + Baron de Morton.” COMIC OOOKS. EO