Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 212: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF SY. MARK’S ABBEY. ee i. and her passions of hatred, jealousy, and revenge, were inflamed to an almost insupportable degree. She felt at that moment that she could willingly have planged a dagger into the baron’s heart, and that no torture which she could inflict upon ‘‘ the presumptuous beggar’s brat,’ as she called our heroine, could be half severe enough. That she would gratify the implacable re- sentment which how raged within her bosom, she was fally determined; and soon after Mr. Woodfield had quitted the castle, she excused herself to Lord Ravensford, and retired to her private apartment, where she immediately sat down, and wrote in great haste a letter to the Marquis Florendos, in which she requested him to meet her with as little delay as possible at the castle, as the had something of importance to impart to him, which must be communi- cated immediately. This done. she traversed the reom with uneven steps, and her compressed Hps, and stern brow, shewed the excited feelings under — which she was labouring. ‘Sand thiak you, Baron de Morten, that Orillia will suffer another—and that one, a beld and plebeian girt —to share those passions and embraces that be- long to her alone ?—Think you that the blood of an injured womas, once aroused, will evér be quelled until she has had ample vengeance for her wrongs ?—No !—by Heaven, I swear that you shall severely pay for this, and that I will not rest until you and this girl—this Angelina—have been made to feel what it is to arouse the indignation of Orillia, Baroness de Morton. Ob, how I now hate and despise that title, and curse the hour when I, weak fool that I was, assented to become the bride of one who has ever been insensible to the value of the treasure he possesses !—The proudest, the noblest, aud the wealthiest of Rome, paid adulation to my charms, and vied with éach other to become the happy possessor of my hand and heart; and yet—strange infatuation—I rejected them all with disdain, for that man who is now playing me false, and treats me with cold and brutal neglect. But if my schemes succeed aright, this state of thraldom shall not lastlong. I will soon burst the chains that now confine me, and indulge without restraint in the gratification df these desires which others have inspired in my bosom.” As the guilty woman thus spoke, a look of fierce determination distorted her dtherwise handsome features, and she again paced the apartment with hasty and disordered steps. The boldness of Mr. Woodfield, and the threats he had held out, had wounded her pride, and raised her indignation to the utmost degree; and she was chagrined beyond measure, also, to think that he should have forced his way into her presence, at the very time of her interview with Lord Ravensford. This young nobleman had been a constant visitor at De Morton Castle, and it was there that the irresistible wiles which the baroness, (who saw in him a worthy conquest, being very rich,) made use of to allure, led him into the share that she had so artfillly spread for him; but although she pretended to return the sentiments of the ignorant lord, while he continued to pander te her ctipidity, she despided and laughed at him in her heart, and had it not been for the fear she entertained of his making their secret amours known to her husband, and thas render himself the means of frustrating the schemes of véngeance she had formed against the baron, she would have speedily con~ trived to abandon all further connection with him. GOMMGIOO 1(GO)