Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 89: what you’re looking at

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76 ANGELINA; OR, you may depend upon it you will be taken proper case of in future, yntil you are disposed of as my lord, the baron, may think @t.” “* Disposed of as the baron may think fit,” thought Angelina, with a shudder, alas! that scemed to confirm her most dreadful apprehensions, and she could scarcely save herself from swooning with terror. The ruffians hurried her along, and were soon afterwards joined by the villain Rufus, the appearance. o whom filled the bosom of our heroine with disgust and consternation. Rufus looked at her with an expression of countenance that was truly fiendish, as he said -— ‘*So, you are caught, are you? Fool! and then did you think ta escape from this tower ?—If you had even gained the exterior of the building, nothing could have saved you from again falling into our clutches. However, I will take good care that you shall not have a chance of making such an attempt again. Bring her along to her old quarters.” “Tf one spark of pity inhabits your bosom,”’ said Angelina, for the first time being able to speak, since they had re-taken her, “for the love of Heaven, spare me; I know not, I cannot conceive what motive can prompt you to persecute me in this manner, epeeneriens eas I am of ever doing anything to excite the baron’s vengeance.’ “ It’s of no use your talking to me,” answered Rafus, “ I only know that it is the will of my lord, the baron, that you should be here detained, and it is my duty to obey him. This way, this way ?” Finding that all her sapplications were aseless, Angelina with a mental prayer to Omnipotence, resigned herself to her fate, and was led by a different way to that which she had come once more to those apartments she had so, recently quitted, Having seen her securely in, Rofus and his companions left the place, and haviog safely locked and bolted the door, Angelina found herself once more too safely a prisoner to entertain the least hope of escaping. With insupportable agony the unfortunate girl wrung her hands, and sobbed convulsively, as she fixed her eyes upon the confined limits of her prison,a nd thought upon the probability that che was never more fated to leave that place alive. © Oh, God!”’ she ejaculated, ‘* what a strange, yet terrible fate is mine; thus to be deprived of my liberty, and threatened witb a violent death, by a person whom I scarcely know, and for what reason I am also ignorant. But, surely the Almighty who knows my innocence, will watch over and protect me. Yes, to Him will I trust, and patiently endeavour to await the resale of this terrible adyenture,”’ | The latter thought served in a great measure to abate the anguish of hes ‘gelings, and she endeavoured to reflect calmly upon her situation. The cir- cumstance of the persecation of the baron, aod the bints he had thrown oat, served to recall many observations that at different times had been made use of by her uncle inadvertantly, which at the time she had considered Strange, but being unable to form any conception of the meaning of them, she had soon forgotten ;—now, however, they were all restored to her memory, and combined with other events, induced her to believe that there really wassome mystery attached to her birth which her uncle had particular seasons for concealing. Of her parents, she bad not the least recullectian, COL @ NOOKS ACO