Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 97: what you’re looking at

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&4 ANGELINA$ O8, hood where she has resided, is her whom I thought was long since moulde red to dust, the hated offepring of “‘ Trae,” interrupted Rufus;—I knew this locket in a moment, aad there cannot any longer be a doubt but that she ig the girl we suspect.” © « “Curses light upon the arm that failed in its office |” exclaimed the baron, gnashing his teeth, and stamping on the Goor with rage ; ‘‘ no wander my heart throbhed, and my hlood froze to ice, when I first beheld her !— When I gazed upon her features, an ocean of blood seemed to rail at my feet, and the screams of the mardered to ring in my ears! Rut by what atrange means conld she have escaped the death to which abe was doomed, and which J believed ta have been accomplished 2” ** I cannot jmagine,” replied the ruffan, “for J could swear that * Angelina could not catch the remainder of the sentence, and presently the baron exclained,-—- “* Poolings, horrors that had long lain dormant, are by this discovery once more atoused, and conscience ——" “ Peba! my lord,” cried Rufus, * ganscience s a hughear that none but fanatics and old women will encourage.” “Think you, Rufus,” returned tha haran—“‘think you that J can laok upon this girl, whose likeness to my victim isso powerful, that } could scarcely believe but that she once more stood before me, and not feel that I am a wretch, a villain, a ——”' “The cant of priestcraft,” aneered the ruffan, “ unwasthy the Baron de Morton. Come, come, no more of this; is not the girl in year power, and the arm which hag ance failed, may at lagt he suecesaful.” “ Bat yet so young, so lovely tqo;” uttered the baron, se he once more gazed upon the jocket, and sighed deeply. “How long is it since compassion before found a place ia the breast of the Baron de Morton ?’’ scornfully and sarcastically observed Rufus; ‘‘ but this is only a waste of time; it is npcessary for the safety of us both that the girl should die 1” “ Bat should her friends discover whe are ber murderers 2’ —said the “Friends !"’ repeated Rufus, ** what friend has she but Woodfield, and he fs too poor, too powerless to cause you any apprehension; it is not impro- bable that hp will be topo glad to get rid of the incumbrance, to take mach trouble about it.” ‘‘ 3 know not that,”’ observed the baron, ‘‘ and iudeed J like nat that same Woodfield ; there is something in his air and behaviour that conyisces me he was not born in the humble station he now occupies. The answers he gave at the interview I had with him, were hold and independant, and there was a nobleness in his bearing, which seemed to sink me into {nsignificance. He ob- atinately refused to gratify my curiosity on the subject of Angelina, when I pressed him so to do, and as he fized his eyp upon me with an exprpsejun of hatred and contempt, there waq something in his glance which made me tremble, and which I was confident was familiar to me. [I would that this business could be accomplished without the shedding of more blood; would not all fear be at an end if we were to keep ber closely confined within this tewer for the remainder of her days ?’* ‘* Her death would be the surest and safest way of preventing any accidents NOOKS @ COL (CO)