Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 99: what you’re looking at

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86 . ANGELINA; OR, and I will learn the truth !—Know you this locket?" Holding before her eyes the one she had lost. ‘Qh, my lord!’ ejaculated our heroine, tears of terror chasing each other rapidly down ber checks, “ of what——” ¢¢ No. hesitation girl, this locket——” ‘* Belongs to me, my lord ;’’ answered the alarmed maiden, still clasping her hands, and looking: ep in his face with the most earnest supplication ;-—— ‘¢ the locket is mine.” ' 6 Ah? your own is it?” cried the Baron, his eyes seeming to flash fire and his whole frame violently agitated) and from whom did you re- celve it 2” | . Angelina tried to anewer, but heft foelings overpowered her, and she could not. , ‘6 Obstinate wretch! exclaimed the Baron in a voice of vehement pas- sien, at the same time clasping her arm savagely ;-~* will you persist in not answering me ?”° : « J¢ was the gift of my parents; bat oh, for the love of Heaven-——" ‘The gift of your parents!’ cried De Morton, bis body dreadfully com- vulsed with rage; ‘“‘ah! then it is true — yes, the certainty flaghes upon my brain !—Fiends of bell surround me, and urge me on to the bloady deed ‘—. Die detested offepring of -—~” The Baron held a dagger in his hand, which as he thus spoke was ralsed in the air to‘strike the fatal blow, when suddenly Rufue rushed in from. the secret entrance, and arresting his arm, exclaimed t— ‘ 6 Hold, my lord! Not now! not now !”’ Slave |’? shoated the enraged Baren,—“ why am I interrupted 2”. ' <6 Danger threatens us from without 3’ was the answer of Rufus, “do not delay, my lord.” And without saying another werd, the ruffian drew the dagger from his master’s hand, and forcibly led bim away, and Angelina over- come with terror, fet! prostrate on the floor, and became insensible- - Overpowered by what she had suffered from terror and despair, Angelina for some time after the Baroh and his creature had quitted the room, re. mained ina state of unconsciousness, and when she did recover ber senses,. she found herself reclining on the couch, and Bridget standing by her bed- side, anxiously watching her. . « Ah!? she exclaimed, looking wildly round the epartment, as if she éxpected to encounter some dreadful form, ‘‘ where am I ?—-am I still alive! —where is ke, the murderer, the-——” | ‘ Hush; for goodness sake, Miss, said Bridget “* pray endeavour te compose yourself for the present, you have nothing to fear.” ‘°% For the present; returned our heroine, ‘for the present you say, bat oh, who shall save me from his future wrath ?” ; . Bridget did not answer directly, but seemed to be hesitating whether or not she should divalge something of which she was the depository. . * If you would only endeavour to calm your feelings, Miss,” she. at length said, in tones that scarcely amounted to more than a whisper,—‘‘ if you would only endeavour to calm your feelings, I could tell something which ould show you that you stili have some cause to hope to rescue yourself from the power of the Barun de Mortva !’ COL @ NOOKS ACO