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The Midnight Queen

by May Agnes Fleming

Pages
about 312
Category
Literature & Fiction
Language
English
Reading time
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CHAPTER I. THE SORCERESS. CHAPTER II. THE DEAD BRIDE CHAPTER III. THE COURT PAGE CHAPTER IV. THE STRANGER. CHAPTER V. THE DWARF AND THE RUIN. CHAPTER VI. LA MASQUE CHAPTER VII. THE EARL'S BARGE. CHAPTER VIII. THE MIDNIGHT QUEEN. CHAPTER IX. LEOLINE. CHAPTER X. THE PAGE, THE FIRES, AND THE FALL. CHAPTER XI. THE EXECUTION. CHAPTER XII. DOOM. CHAPTER XIII. ESCAPED. CHAPTER XIV. IN THE DUNGEON. CHAPTER XV. LEOLINE'S VISITORS. CHAPTER XVI. THE THIRD VISION. CHAPTER XVII. THE HIDDEN FACE CHAPTER XVIII. THE INTERVIEW. CHAPTER XIX. HUBERT'S WHISPER. CHAPTER XX. AT THE PLAGUE-PIT. CHAPTER XXI. WHAT WAS BEHIND THE MASK. CHAPTER XXII. DAY-DAWN. CHAPTER XXIII. FINIS

The plague raged in the city of London. The destroying angel had gone forth, and kindled with its fiery breath the awful pestilence, until all London became one mighty lazar-house. Thousands were swept away daily; grass grew in the streets, and the living were scarce able to bury the dead. Business of all kinds was at an end, except that of the coffin-makers and drivers of the pest-cart. Whole streets were shut up, and almost every other house in the city bore the fatal red cross, and the ominous inscription, “Lord have mercy on us”. Few people, save the watchmen, armed with halberts, keeping guard over the stricken houses, appeared in the streets; and those who ventured there, shrank from each other, and passed rapidly on with averted faces. Many even fell dead on the sidewalk, and lay with their ghastly, discolored faces, upturned to the mocking sunlight, until the dead-cart came rattling along, and the drivers hoisted the body with their pitchforks on the top of their dreadful load. Few other vehicles besides those same dead-carts appeared in the city now; and they plied their trade busily, day and night; and the cry of the drivers echoed dismally through the deserted streets: “Bring out your dead! bring out your dead!”

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