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Title: Old Saint Paul's : a tale of the plague and the fire
Year: 1841 (1840s)
Authors: Ainsworth, William Harrison, 1805-1882 Franklin, John, fl. 1800-1861, ill Zaehnsdorf (Firm), binder. IU-R
Subjects: Plague Fires
Publisher: London : Hugh Cunningham, Saint Martin's Place, Trafalgar Square
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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et. His brainseemed on fire, and he ran so quickly, that his feetappeared scarcely to touch the ground. A fewseconds brought him to London Bridge. Hecrossed it, and turning down the street on theleft, had nearly reached the house to which hehad been directed, when his career was suddenlychecked. The gate of the court-yard was opened,and two men, evidently from their apparel buriersof the dead, issued from it. They carried a longnarrow board between them, with a body wrappedin a white sheet placed upon it. A freezing hor-ror rooted Leonard to the spot where he stood.He could neither move nor utter a cry. The men proceeded with their burthen towardsthe adjoining habitation, which was marked withthe fatal red cross and inscription. Before it stoodthe dead-cart, partly filled with corpses. The fore-most burier carried a lantern, but he held it solow that its light did not fall upon his burthen.Leonard, however, did not require to see the bodyto know whose it was. The moon was at the full,
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THE CERTIFICATE. 145 and shed a ghastly light over the group, and alarge hat wheeled in narrow circles round thedead-cart. On reaching the door of the house, the burierset down the lantern near the body of a youngman which had just been thrust forth. At thesame moment, Chowles, with a lantern in his hand,stepped out upon the threshold. Who have you got, Jonas? he asked. I know not, replied the hindmost burier. We entered yon large house, the door of whichstood open, and in one of the rooms found an oldwoman in a fainting state, and the body of thisyoung girl, wrapped in a sheet, and ready for thecart. So we clapped it on the board, and broughtit away with us. You did right, replied Chowles. I wonderwhose body it is. As he spoke, he held up his lantern, and un-fastening it, threw the light full upon the face.The features were pale as marble; calm in theirexpression, and like those of one wrapped in placidslumber. The long fair hair hung over the side ofthe board. It was a sad and touch

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