Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 62: what you’re looking at

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. THE MYSTERY OF St, MARK’S ABBEY. 49 “* Would that [ could comply with your request,” satd the female, “ but——"* “* What, ho! Bridget i”. exclaimed a gruff voice from above, at the same time a loud knocking was heatd on the deck. “It is my husband calle me,” said the woman, “ I must leavé you for a short time ; but depend upon it, all that I have the power to do towards ameliorating your grief I will: your questions I dare not answer!’ At this 2 mowent the voice of the man was again heard calling upon the name of his wife, in tones of greater impatience than before, and after courtaeying to Ange- lina and trying te re-assure ber with another look of pity; she hastily quitced = the cabin, and the door was fastened securely after her. To what a state of misery and despair was Angelina now reduced; Innguage could not do adequate justice to her feelings. She wrang her hands and wept bitterly, then she paced the cabin, and called aloud for help, but the hollow sound of the waves as they dashed against the sides of the vessel, or the rude laughter of the men upon deck, alone answered her. What motives could bave indaced any one to the perpetration of such an offence? In whose power could she be, and what was their intentions towards her, and whither were they conveying her? These questions suggested themeelves to her mind immediately, but her imagination could not supply even the remotest idea in answer to them. One thing, however, amidst all this cause for sorrow, gavé her some relief, and that was that the woman who had just left her seemed to possess something like feeling; but then, should she not be permitted to remain with her? Angelina clasped her hands to her aching temples; and No. 7 é comicbooks.com