Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 94: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERY OF ST. MARK’S ABBEY. 81 “I wish I could assist yous indeed I do,’’ said Bridget, earnestly, alas! much I fear the baron intends you no good, and— ” “Oh, do not hesitate, for God's sake do not | supplicsited our herotsd, in a tone bordering on distraction, “if you kuow anything; suspect anything, in pity do not conceal it from me.”' “TI know nothing,’’ replied Bridget, looking fearfally aroutid ber, “ what should I kuow, but ———”? What, ho! Bridget, at that moment exclaimed a coarse veice, “ate you going to stand there all the day?” “It is the voice of Martin,” ssid Bridget; with terror, ‘thé man who always has the charge of the tower when my husband is absent: I hope he bas not overheard what I have been talking about; or—bat I mast go—I will come again by-and-bye, if possible.” As the domestic thas spoke, she was about to leave the room; but perceiving the earnest looks of supplication which Angelina fixed upon her, she turned back, and id a whisper scarcely audible, she said :-— ‘¢ Examine the portrait.” She then without uttering another word qnitted the apartments, and left our heroine in a state of perplexity and astonishment, which we feel at a loes pro- perly to describe. No. ll comicbooks.com