Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 83: what you’re looking at

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710 | "ANGELINAS OR, that the Baron has not come back with my husband, and from what I heard the latter say, he will not be again at the tower for three or four days.” “ Three or fehr days!” ejaculated Angelina, as Bridget left the reom, and she heard her lock the door after her, “ alas! never can I survive that time in this horrible place, and in the state of uncertainty in which Tam. Alas! what a cruel fate is mine.’’ She sighed dee ply, and tears filled her eyes, as she looked fearfully around; bat still the absence of the Baron did afford her a ray of consolation, although it was small indeed. The tale which Bridget had told ber, had fited the mind of Angelina with redoubled dread and uncasiness, aed when she reflected that she occapied the’ same apartments in which the deed, whatever it was, was supposed to have been committed, she shuddered with herror, and looked fearfully around her, first at the portrait, and then upon the bed, with a sentiment ef uncontroulable apprekonsios, expectieg almost fo see the ghastly phantoms of those who had probably there come by such a shocking and untimely death. And there was she doomed to pass her days, her nights; bat afas! few indeed might be the days she would have to pass there; perhape ore the morning’s sun again should gild the Eastern hills, her eyes would be closed in death; a violent death, with ne one nigh, no friend, no relation to soothe her passage to the grave. And now the thoughts of the terribic anguish her uncle and aunt must be suffering at that moment, recurred to ber recollection more vividly than before, and her tears owed afresh. She dreaded the approach of night, and wished anxiously for the return of Bridget, being reselved to endeavour to persuade her to sleep with her; but she waited in vain——hour after hour passed away, stiil the good natured servant remained absent. She began to fee] more and more uneasy— what could be the reason that Bridget did not come? Surely, Rufus must have learned the time they had beén together, and had determined that she should no longer attend upon her. This idea filled her with the utmost terror. She arose from her chair, walked into the front room, and listened at the door, but not hearing any noise, she went back again into the room she had Jeft, and looked: from the window on the scenery beyond; but ber mind was too distracted for her to view with anything like patience, the wild and majestic works of Nature, which at any other time she would have contemplated with such delight and admiration, and she walked away from it again. Just at that mement she heard some one at the door, and her heart bounded with a seemed | fecling of. pleasure and renewed hope. ‘It isher; itis Bridget !’’ sdid she. The door presently opened, and the heart of Angelina again + sunk with terror and disgust as her eyes fell:upon the repulsive features of one of the rufians who had brought her to the tower. He entered the room without saying a word, but cast a bold look upon our heroine, and then depositing a stone pitcher, containing water, on the table in the front room, a loaf, and other. refreshments, together with a lamp, and means of procuring a light, he looked round, as if to. ascertain that all was right, quitted the room, and secured the door after him. ‘Then,’ thought Angelioa, wringing her hands, ‘“‘ my worst surmises were, alas! too true, and Bridget will no more be allowed to visit me ; thus have they deprived COL @ NOOKS ACO