Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 93: what you’re looking at

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80 ANGELINA; OR, ¢.in my power,—but,—I fear, Miss, that the attempt you made will but oz- &sperate the baron the more, when he comes to hear of it!’ r Was it not all through the carelessness of your husband ?’” said Angelina, hastily, “‘ and do you not think it is far from probable that he will make the baron acquainted with it ?” “He cannot Kelp doing so,’? answered Bridget, ‘“‘ a circumstance has oc- curred, which will compel hin to reveal evéry particular, otherwise he might have been induced to have hidden it from his knowledge, for fear of his displeasure !°’ “ Ab!” ejaculated the maiden, eagerly, “to what circumstance do you allude ?” Bridget oncé more went on tip-toe to the door cf the front room, and listened a minute or two ; then retiirning to the chamber, she said ina whisper to An- gelina :— “ Did you not lose something last night, when endeavouring to escape from the tower ?° ‘¢y did,” haetily answored our heroine, ‘* what of that 2” “St was a locket, was it not ?’° “True, true,’’ replied the maiden, ‘and oe that I prized more than ‘anything else I possessed in thé world, for it was the only sad memento | possessed of my poor parents.”’ ‘©°Tis strange !” observed Bridget thoughtfully, ‘“‘ what could be the cause of his violent emotion ?” ‘* Of whom do you speak?” demanded Angelina, with much agitation, * oh, pray inform me !”’ ‘s T speak of Rufus,” answered Bridget; ‘one of the ruffians who seized you in the vaults beneath the tower, found the locket you had dropped, (which I suppose got disengaged from your neck in the struggle,) and brought it to him, and no sooner did he behold it than he became very pale, and looked at it so wildly, that I thought he would have gone mad. ‘ ’Tis—’tis the same,’ he murmured, unable to remove his eyes from it, ‘ though so many years have elupsed, I cannot be mistaken. The baron must be made acquainted with this discovery without delay.’ Then perceiving me in the room, he gave me some gruff salute, in his usual way, and hastily quitted the place, and soon afterwards the tower, to go to the baron, I have no doubt; who will, I-dare say, return to the tower with him before long.”’ | Angelina shuddered. | “* Good God!” she cried, “ where will this mystery end—for what am I destined ?” : “You say the locket was the gift of your parents?” said Bridget, after a pause, “‘ pardon me, Miss, but who might they be P” “IT never knew them,” answered Angelina, “they died when I was an infant, and I was left to the protection of my uncle, Mr. Woodfield.” ** And was Woodfield the name of your father and mother, Miss?” in- quired Bridget. Angelina answered in the affirmative, and added :— “* Why the locket should cause your husband so much apparent emotion I cannot imagine; would that the Almighty would solve this painful mystery, and release me from this state of doubt and apprehension ; certainty would not be half so terrible as this suspense.” NOOKS ACO @ COL