Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 30: what you’re looking at

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THR MYSTERY OF ST, MARK’S ABBEY, 17 tae “6 ne eee ones ee SE deeds and beings of other days, until she was aroused by the falling of some of the rubbish, which alarmed the birds, who, to the number of several hundreds, sought shelter in the ancient fabric. She nuw recollected where she was, aad the wild woman’s warning came fresh upon her mind, but still her insatiable curiosity to explore the abbey, made her disregard it, and she hurried on to the upper end of the hall, and passing through a gothic archway, was soon descend- ing some broken steps, at the bottom of which, wasa pair of large iron gates, through which she beheld the remains of an extensive and noble chapel. The gates were very heavy and rusty, but after considerable exertion, they being unlocked, she forced them back on their hinges and entered. A sacred awe was alealing over Angeliaa’s senses, as she gazed upon this once holy building, but she was very suddenly alarmed by hearing a low mur- muring sound, as of a human voice ; and, holding her lamp above her head, to facilitate her view, its faint rays fell upon the long-flowing white robes of some object that was kneeling before a small altar, as if in devotion. Fixed immoveable to the spot with amazement, Angelina felt a deadly chill creeping through her veins, mingled with a mysterious curiosity to satisfy her doubts; and before she had time to recover hereelf, the object before the altar arose, looked around the chapel, and observing our hereine fixed like u statue uttered a shriek, bounded behind the altar, and immediately vanished. ‘* Stay, mysterious being, 1 conjure thee,” cried Angelina, regaining courage when too late ; ‘‘ if thou art some unhappy being of this world, I would com- misserate and alleviate thy sufferings; and if thou art a spirit of that sphere, No. 3 comicbooks.com