Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 37: what you’re looking at

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94 ANGRLINA; Of, Soon after this occurrence, the baron quitted Yorkshire in the manner which we have before described, and nothing more was heard of him for several years, during which he did not even so much as coirespond with his stewards; when suddenly, without giving any notice, he returned to his castle, with his present wife, whom he had married in Italy. When the baron returned to the castle on the evening of his singular meeting with Angelina; his extreme egitation was visible to every ones his counten- ance was deadly pale, and his eyes looked wildly around, as tough he ex- pected to behold some frightful object. He declined the evening repast, and giving the baroness a stern reply to her question of whether he was anwell, he abruptly left the room and retired to his own apartment, Jacking himself in to prevent the intrusion of any one. There, for hours, he was heard to pace the room with the most disordered footsteps, and to utter incoherent segtences, which the baroness, who was induced tu listen, in vain sougm to conjecture the meaning of. At length he hastily summoned the attendance of one of his. do- mestics, and commanded hint to send Rufus. to him immediately... * What means this agitation, my lord?’ demanded Rufus, when he entered the chamber and bebeld the ghastly hue which overspread the baron’s features, and the violent emotion which agitated his whole frame; “ what has happesed that could kave taken such a singular effect upon you ?” ; “ Rufus,” replied the baron in a hoarse tone, clasping the arm of bis myrmi- don, and looking solemnly in his countenance. ‘ Rufus, I bave seen her, but - this night did ber restless spirit cross my path, and fill my soul with borror!”’ ‘* Are you so weak, my lord,” said Rufus scornfully, ‘as to believe -in such old womanish nonsease at-this? Psha!—but your mind is disordered; you are pot well: you had better retire to rest !”” ‘‘ Rest,” reiterated the baron, with « laugh of derision, “ rest for one who ‘“¢ Bab ?”” interrupted Rufas, “ I am sick of this superstious cant; forsooth my lord, if you give way to these idle chimeras, nothing but disgrace and infamy ean be the result of it. You must have been Jabouring under some wild and sickly delusion.” ‘6 Oh, no, Rufus,” returned the ‘baron, “ it was no delusions; Isaw her as plainly asI behold you now; justas she looked when first I knew her, so young, 30 lovely s her eyes were fixed upon me with an expression of reproach that smote me with horror. I tell you Rufus, that I am positive | was not mis- taken. When you left me, I could not resist a strange temptation I felt to. wander over these chambers in which such deeds of iniquity have been perpe- trated; and while pondering over the horrors of the past, I suddenly raised my head, and, gracious Heaven! there, gazing upon nie, stood the form of —" ‘© Nonsense !”’ said Rufas, “ your weakness deceived you, and conjured ap the the hideous phantom ; come, my lord, arouse yourself; this conduct is unworthy of you. It is only old women and children who beleivein such stories as these, and—ah, now I think of it—you remember the noise we heard while we were | confering in the abbey ruins ?” | “I do! Ido!” hastily replied the baron, ‘“‘ what of that ?” | ‘‘As I came hither,” answered the other, ‘‘1 beheld that peasant girl, : Angelina, ag they call her, and with whose singular likeness to —”’ ‘Ah! I know;” gasped forth the baron, “ but proceed, proceed.” GONMGIOOKSHEOnn