The Curse Upon Mitre Square — page 61: what you’re looking at

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4 MERRY-MAKING AT THE “MITRE” TAVERN. 53 accursed spot. Once away from the scene of revelry, her heart misgave her. What was she doing? Going to stand on that awful site to jeer at the avenging spirit? No, she could not do it; look at the fate which had befallen so many fearless sceptics ! She spoke with Grale, and the two determined to hide in an outhouse, and see what happened. They had left the tavern very late, and the night, though dark, was then quite fine. It was late in autumn, but not cold, and as the hour. of midnight came a close feeling was notice- able in the air; the sky became dark; a storm had been presaged ‘for this very night. A disturbing, fierce wind now suddenly sprang up; it shook the very stables ;. the moaning, soughing noise increased ; a mighty gust of wind swept past the ancient Norman arches, and seemed to make them totter. “Oh, leave me, Oral, and go and warn yon callants of the night! ’ ‘“ No, Mistress Rose; I stir not Soft this place. The monk is coming. Look not on the fatal spot! Oh, save us from the sight! JI did not jeer thee, priest. Send not the curse upon my aged head.”’ “Then I will go to father, and tell him not to come.”’ “Thou shalt not do so, damsel. Hark! Listen to the storm! A deed of vengeance is at hand. Look, maiden, at the fierce and sudden flames! T’he heavens are on fire !”’ GOmilicboo gs) (E(©) m