The Sign of the Red Cross: A Tale of Old London

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Everett-Green Evelyn. The Sign of the Red Cross: A Tale of Old London

CHAPTER I. A WARNING WHISPER

CHAPTER II. LONDON'S YOUNG CITIZENS

CHAPTER III. DRAWING NEARER

CHAPTER IV. JAMES HARMER'S RESOLVE

CHAPTER V. THE PLOT AND ITS PUNISHMENT

CHAPTER VI. NEIGHBOURS IN NEED

CHAPTER VII. SISTERS OF MERCY

CHAPTER VIII. IN THE DOOMED CITY

CHAPTER IX. JOSEPH'S PLAN

CHAPTER X. WITHOUT THE WALLS

CHAPTER XI. LOVE IN DIFFICULTIES

CHAPTER XII. EXCITING DISCOVERIES

CHAPTER XIII. HAPPY MEETINGS

CHAPTER XIV. BRIGHTER DAYS

CHAPTER XV. A CHRISTMAS WEDDING

CHAPTER XVI. A FLAMING CITY

CHAPTER XVII. SCENES OF TERROR

CHAPTER XVIII. WHAT BEFELL DINAH

CHAPTER XIX. JUST IN TIME

CHAPTER XX. THE FLAMES STAYED

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The door of the room where mother and daughter sat was flung wide open with scant ceremony, and to the accompaniment of a boisterous laugh. Into the room swaggered a tall, fine-looking young man of some three-and-twenty summers, dressed in all the extravagance of a lavish and extravagant age. Upon his head he wore an immense peruke of ringlets, such as had been introduced at Court the previous year, and which was almost universal now with the nobles and gentry, but by no means so amongst the citizens. The periwig was surmounted by a high-crowned hat adorned with feathers and ribbons, and ribbons floated from his person in such abundance that to unaccustomed eyes the effect was little short of grotesque. Even the absurd high-heeled shoes were tied with immense bows of ribbon, whilst knees, wrists, throat, and even elbows displayed their bows and streamers. The young dandy wore the full "petticoat breeches" of the period, with a short doublet, a jaunty cloak hung from the shoulders, and an abundance of costly lace ruffles adorned the neck and wrists of the doublet, he wore at his side a short rapier, and had a trick of laying his hand upon the hilt, as though it would take very little provocation to make him draw it forth upon an adversary.

His step was not altogether so steady as it might have been, as he swaggered into his mother's presence. His handsome face was deeply flushed. He was laughing boisterously; but there was that in his aspect which made his sister turn away with a look of repulsion, though his mother's glance rested on him with a look of admiring pride that savoured of adoration. In her fond and foolish eyes he was perfection, and the more he copied the vices and the follies of the gallants about the person of the King, the prouder did his vain and weak mother become of him.

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Frederick looked a little uneasy then, for he still held his father in a wholesome awe; but the mother made no complaint of her son, but only said she had been affrighted by hearing that there were more deaths from the plague than she had thought would ever be the case after all the care the Magistrates had taken, and was it true that the Lord Mayor had spoken of shutting up the houses, and so causing the sound ones to become diseased and to perish with the stricken ones?

The Master Builder answered gravely enough; for he had himself but just come in from hearing that the weekly Bills of Mortality were terribly high, and that the deaths in certain of the western parishes had been beyond all reckoning since the last years when the plague had visited the city. True, there were not many put down as having died of the plague; but it was known how much was done to get other diseases set down in the bills, so that there was not much comfort to be got out of that.

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