Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 77: what you’re looking at

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«6A ANGELINA; OR, her countenance; then folding his arms, he traversed the apartment for a few seconds, with hasty and uneven steps, and murmured some iticoherent sentences to himself, the only part of which that met her ears was the fol- lowtag :— ‘« "Tis strange—sheuld I be mistaken;—bttt ho;-—§t cannot bo—the iHkeress is too strong for me to doubt; curses on the weak erm which-—bat po mattur ; what have I to fear }—Whe can prove that--Bat I have her now secutely it thy power and I atm determined that nothing shall Pome ts Cieseten ayy anfety.” Thea tarning seddenly round td Angelina, whom for « few mimates he seemed to have forgotten was in his presence, he said :— ‘* Fos the present, girl, I leave yous. but remomber, that from this place jou can ever cteape, and your restoration te liberty depends entirely upen your speaking the truth: Any obstinacy or deceit on your part, will be visited by my vengeance. Once more I warn you; beware !--Whei we meet again, learn to be mere communicative, or dread ths consequénces !”’. ‘¢Oh, mercy! mercy, my lori!—Do act leave me in this dreadful place!” screamed tht distressed damsol, as the baron moved away, bat he tutned upon her an. inexorable frown, and before she could reach him, he had left the apartment, and locked and bolted the door as before.. She threw herself epon ber kweca and clasping. ber hande, burst iato a torrent of tears and sobs, at thd utter hopelessness of her situation. dam. ¢ CHAPTER XVI. Tne horrors of the mysterious fate which attended her, each moment be« came more apparent to the mind of Angelina, and the recent behaviour of the Baron De Morton, convinced her that so obstinately positive was he, that she was the daughter of some persons whom he bad cause to dread, that he might be urged into the perpetration of any horrible crime !—And now the awful event of the previous night feturned to her recollection, and she shuddered with horror. She was convinced that it had been no delusion; vo wild chimera of her own imagination ;—she was positive that she felt the icy touch of the clammy fingers upon her arm; saw the picture move, and heard something like the rustling sound of a person passing by the bed. Good God! were these apartments really haunted by some troubled spirit, and she doomed to remain a prisoner in them ?<-The thought was madness;—she glasced fearfully around her, then placing her face on the cushion of the chair, she gave full vent to the violence of her grief, . She was aroused from this melancholy posture by the entrance of Bridget, who advanced towards her with a respectful and sympathising air, and placing her hand upon her shoulder, said in a voice of compassion : ‘Come, come, my dear Miss, you must not give way to this violent sorrow ; all may yet be better than you expect, Rufus and the baron have left the tower, and so I have come to pass an hour or two with you if it is agreeable. But, dear me,. you have not eat anytbing ; this is very foolish, for I am sure COMiICOoOoOkKS.COMmM