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Fleming, May Agnes, 1840-1880

"The Midnight Queen"

What
do you think of that?"
"Ormiston," said Norman, catching him by the shoulder, with a
very excited face, "is this true?"
"True as preaching, Kingsley, every word of it! And the most
extraordinary part of the business is, that her dip in cold water
has effectually cured her of the plague; not a trace of it
remains."
Sir Norman dropped his hand, and walked on, staring straight
before him, perfectly speechless. In fact, no known language in
the world could have done justice to his feelings at that precise
period; for three times that night, in three different shapes,
had he seen this same Leoline, and at the same moment he was
watching her decked out in royal state in the rain, Ormiston had
probably been assisting her from her cold bath in the river
Thames.
Astonishment and consternation are words altogether too feeble to
express his state of mind; but one idea remained clear and bright
amid all his mental chaos, and that was, that the Leoline he had
fallen in love with dead, was awaiting him, alive and well, in
London.
"Well," said Ormiston, "you don't speak! What do you think of
all this?"
"Think! I can't think - I've got past that long ago!" replied
his friend, hopelessly.


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