Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 241: what you’re looking at

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distarhed enjoyment of iis beauties, unti] darkness set in, when I would, retarn to the castle. It was upon one of those occasions that 1 was seized hy some wretches whom Sir Vincent had employed, and borne away to an eatate he. had in a remote part of the country. Here I found myself entirely in his power, and was hourly tormented with his importunities. But I will not enter into. the particulars of all I suffered from his loathsome addresses; for loathsome they were to me now, and I hated him as muchas! had before loved him, for the base act of treachery he had been guilty of; suffice it to say, and I call God solewnly to witness that I speak the truth, I was enabled to resist them, and to defeat him in all his attempts. Before I had been forced away, I had dis- covered myself to be in a delicate situation, and Sir Vincent, therefore, wag ferced to relax in his conduct for fear of fatal consequences, and I must do him | the justice to say, that in the interval that elapsed prior to my confinement ua- til subsequently, he behaved to me with the utmost kindness and attention, and I had all the advice and assistance my peculiar situation required. In a short time I gave birth to a son, whom it is unnecessary for me to state is that young maz, whom you have hitherto known only as Hugh Clifford, but who is the lawfal heir of Lord Edward Dalton, my husband. What with the suffering I underwent, in consequence of the manner in which I wss situated, and the misery and anxiety I was aware that you and his lordship would be suffering, it was a long while before I was able to leave my bed, and it was then advised by the medical mer that I should have change of air, and the south of France was ° suggested as the most likely place where I might recruit my strength. In vain on my knees I implored Sir Vincent to restore me to my friends; he was inex erable, and I was borne on board a ship together with my infant boy, In the night, after our quitting the sight of land, a terrific storm arose, and, in spite of all the efforts of the captain and crew, the ship became unmanageable, and shortly afterwards foundered. Better had it been for me and my offspring 3 perhaps, had we met witb a watery grave at that time, for it would have sayed us many many cares it hag since fallen to our lot to undergo. However, we were picked up by a smuggler, of whom a Captain Clifford, as he called him- self, was the master; and we were behaved to with a humanity which would have reflected credit on those who take to themselves the sole merit of being christians. Bir Vincent Rosenford was never heard of afterwards, 60, doubtiegs, he perished. . $6 Captain Clifford had formerly been a naval officer, and had done his country good service, but, like many other brave fellows, had met with the mest shameful neglect, and disgusted with the treatment he had received, he quitied the service, and, with the residue of a fortune he had_ been enabled to save from a very unsuccessful course of adventures, he purchased a vessel, and commenced the life of a smuggler, in which he met with the most extraordinary ' success, and soon accumulated a large sum of money. Ilis principal retreat; er the place where he used to deposit his contraband goods, was in the cavern of ‘the reck, underneath the ruins of this abbey, and which I need not deseribe te you, as you have been in it several times. And the better to keep the place secure, a most awfal report of the Abbey and the adjeining spot being haunted, was industriously circulated, which the ignorant and the superstitions very veadily believed, and sedulously avoiding it, Clifford and his companions were left in undisturbed pessession of the ancient fabric. | res ‘ComiclOokks.€©