The Curse Upon Mitre Square — page 43: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE TRAGEDIES AT THE HIGH ALTAR. 35 the broad nave, the size of the building seemed doubled, and one part of it began to be enveloped in deep gloom. ‘The woman turned with a shuddering slance from the dark corner, walked up the nave, ever and anon glancing behind her to see that the black shadow was not following her. She began to tremble with nervousness, and approached the chancel, which was bathed in light from the rays of the setting sun. Stay! What was the crimson stain on yon altar step? Horror! Itseemed to move! It must be blood! Nearer and nearer it caine! It almost approached her! Adeep but brilliant red, at first a spot, 1t now increased till it seemed to flood the chancel with its sanguinary hue; then it died away again, smaller and smaller, till it lingered longest on the chancel steps. Why did it not leave, that stain of crim- son? The sun gradually left the rich stained glass windows. Darker and darker the church became, but the woman thought she saw that crimson stain long after the black shadows had enveloped the sreat building. Would the hour for meeting never come? How long was she to remain in that dark and éerie place ¢ Stay! What was that? The flickering glimmer of a little candle was approaching the choir from the monastery. It became more and more distinct; a figure entered the church, holding a taper. Could that be Martin? The face was wan and ghastly, the black hair was dishevelled, a raven lock fell over the face and made its ashen paleness more EGOMIlGD oOo gs) (Elo) m