Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 71: what you’re looking at

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58 ANGELINA; OR, “Hold Ned!” cried Kate, advancing towards -him, “ there is no cause for fear; this is a friend.’’ ‘* A ‘friend [” repeated the smuggler, in a tone of dissatisfaction, ‘‘ friends are very scarce, mother, but— | «‘ There, there, trouble yourself no more aboat it,” interrupted the woman, ‘¢buat finish your business, and send the captain to me, as I before desired you.”’ The man muttered something, which was unintelligible, and then descended into the cavern, followed by his companions. They scrutinized Mr. Woodfield from head to foot with doubtfal looks, and having deposited their load, hastened from the cavern, and returning to their boats, the sound of their oarsin the water convinced Mr. Woodfield that they had put off again to the veasel. in a very short time, the boats again returned, and the men brought a fresh load each into the cavern. Mr. Woodfield listening”heard some person con- versing with Kate, whom he supposed to be the captain of the smugglers. Their conference was brief, and immediately afterwards Kate descended into the cavern, followed by a tall handsome young man, enveloped in a large mantle. We need not, however, describe him, as it was the stranger who had so deeply interested Angelina, and who had rescued her from the violence of the Baron de Morton. He advanced towards Mr. Woodfield with a graceful air,and extending his hand towards him, said :— ‘¢T am very happy to see you, Mr. Woodfield, but wish it had been under different circumstances ; however, do not despair, for if you will only rely upon me, I will either restore your fair niece to liberty, or perish in the attempt.’”’ ‘6 And say, to whom will my gratitude be due for this generosity 2?” asked Mr. Woodfield, greatly pre-pussessed in favour of the noble looking youth, upon whose brow sat intelligence and sincerity. ‘St matters not,” replied the young man, “ my real name must not at pre- sent be divulged, buat cal] me, if you like, Hugh Clifford. But come, we have no time to lose; will you trust yourself on board my craft?” ‘Ss With pleasure,’’ replied Mr. Woodfield, pressing the young man's hand. most cordially. ‘* Then let us be gone,’ said Hugh, ‘* Kate, good Kate, a parting prayer from you, for our success in this undertaking ;—a shake of the hand, and away We go." Kate raised her hands towards heaven, implored its aid in earnest terms for the success of their stratagem, then embracing Hugh, all three ascended from the cavern, and the stone was again rolled over the entrance. Mr. Woodfield bade Kate farewell ; and then entering a boat with Hugh, .it was quickly rowed off towards the small swift-sailing smuggler’s vessel, which was lying off at a short distance. ‘We will now return to Angelina. cCoMmmicaooks (SO)