Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 66: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTEBY OF S73. MARK’S ABBEY, $3 served the woman; “I knew well his motives, and what should prompt him te the deed; but we waste that time to useless words and cotjectares, whith shonid-be devoted in an effort to rescac the unfortunate maiden. - This fellow may conteia somcthing about his person which might afford us a clee, Ab!* she continued, as she drew her hand from one of 'the coat pockets: of the ruf- fian, “here is a paper. The hand writing is familiar to me. Let me peruse it— “ Yeu will comvey the girl to the Grey Towers where I will be anes; --gse no more violence than necessary, uniess she is obstinate, and thea sooner than run the hazard of a discovery consign her to the deep.” ‘© She is lost! She is lost!? exclaimed Mr. Woodfield, in a despairing tane, whea be bad heard this note read. a t* She shall be saved if there is any possibility,” said the mysterieus woman; “4 there is no name to this note, but yet am I certain that my surmises are right, and that itis the villain De Morton who is at the head of all this; bet his dark schemes skall yet be frustrated, and ”—— | She paused, and seemed wrapped in deep cogitation for a second or twa, during which time the intense anxiety of Mr. Woodfield may be very readily jmagined. | | s¢ J¢ ig pnfortunate that dc is not here,”’ she murmured to hervelf. - % OF whom do you speak !”' demanded Mr. Woodfield, hastily. ‘¢ No matter, no matter,” replied the woman, ‘ Oas you be secret, when by -qo doing you may have the only opportunity afforded you of saving Angelina from the danger which now threatens her ? *-Oh, can you doubt me ?" ejaculated Mr. Woodfield, eagerly. “ Will you swear, that if I exert myself to save this damsel, and restore her fo your arms, that you will not disclose to any other person, without my per- mission, what I may have occasion to reveal to you ?”” © ¥ will; I do swear!” answer Mr. Woodfield, impatiently. * Enough! Nothing can be done till to-morrow evening.” “ To-morrow eyening,” cried Mr. Woodfield, “‘ so long ; alas! it will be too late then,—all hope will be at an end before that time.” “‘ Nay, be not impatient,” said the woman; ‘S the only person that can render you any assistance will not be here till that time, and any attempt on our part without his aid would be entirely futile. Attend me hl Mr. Woodfield followed her with a beavy heart, and after winding among the rocks for a few minutes, she stopped before one at the base of which was a large stone. She beckoned Mr. Woodfield to assi¢t her, and after considerable exertion they succeeded in rolling the stone away. A large opening in the rock then presented itself to the astonished eyes of Mr. Woodfield, and holding up the lantern, he perceived a fight of steps hewn out of the rock, which geemed to descend into a cavern below. The woman took the light from his ‘hand, and beckoned him to follow her, She then began to descend the steps, and Mr. Woodfield, wondering how this adventare would terminate, followed the example she had set him. | They soon entered a spacious and lofty cavern, round which were piled an jmmense number of casks, chests, and apparently bales of goods, while arms and ammunition were there in abundance. “ Where am 1? demanded Mr. Woodfield, “ and for what purpose have | CORNICE DO© (SO)