Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 64: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF 8ST. MARK’S ABBEY. of CHAPTER XITF. Wr mast now leave Angelina for the present, and return to the cottage of | Mr. Woodfield, where the utmost consternation prevailed, at her mysterious absence; and when hour after hour had elapsed, and evening closed in, aad still she returned not, the alarm of her relatives became almost insupportable. Laura could not give any account of her, as she was herself away from home at the time Angelina left the cottage. Ina state bordering upon distraction, Mr. Woodfield prosecuted bis enquiries among the neighbours, but with no better success, they could none of them afford him the least information upon the subject; but Angelina was so univorsally esteomed, tbat her dienppearance created a great excitement in the village, and several persons valuateered their services in asaisting Mr. Woodfield in his search after ber, and immediately went in differest directiona. It was now quite dark, and two or three boure beyond the latest time that our heroine had ever boen known to be from home, and still she returned not. Mrs. Woodfield wrung her hands and cried, in which she was accompanied by Laura, who declared it to be her firm opinion that Angelina bad been once more intruding herself upon the haunts of the evil spirits in 8t, Mark’s Abbey, and that they had bome her away to regions unksown, as a punishment for her presumption. In the meantime, Mr. Woodfield bent his way towards the ruins, thinking that she might, in spite of his strict injunctions to the contrary, have been tempted once more to visit her favourite haunt, aad that very likely anme accident had happened to her from some of the falling ruins, or (and he trembled with apprehension at the bare idea) she might have been seen by some of the smuggler'’s, whom he imagined infested this place, wha had either removed her to some place of security, where she could not betray, or have quieted their doubts at once by her death! At all bazards, Mr. Woodfield de- termined to search every part of the ruins, antil he was satisfied one way or the other, and nerved with fresh courage, when the probability of the truth of his conjectures more forcibly struck his mind, he redonbied bis speed, and the black and ivy covered walls of the old abbey, soon rose like the Gark shadow of a mountain on his view. Mr. Woodfield regretted that he had not brought with him two or three of th, young men who had volunteered their services in the search, for should he be surprised by any of the ruffians whom he suspected inhabited the Abbey, what could he do to repel them, especially, when he was quite unarmed, having nothing with him but a stout stick. However, he resolved to be cautious, and, in all probability, by that means, he might be enabled to avoid the danger he apprehended 3 besides, he was not positive that the abbey was the retrea, of smugglers, he only judging by the rumours that were afloat, and imagining it to be very likely, from the great facility it afforded for such purposes, being so near the sea, and having been for so many years shuaned by the inhabitants of the surrounding towns and villages with terror. But then ong powerfai cir- cumstance was in favour of the idea, that the rumour was esroneous, which was, Angelina being there so many times, and even searched: nearly entirely over the ruins without encountering any danger of the sort. It was very dark, but fortunately Mr. Woodfield had brought with him a Jan- ya JOO (SO)