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The Midnight Queen [70]

By Root 2002 0
on the

swarming floor, and shook off, with out a shudder, the hideous

things that crawled over her rich dress. She had scarcely looked

at Sir Norman since she began to speak, but he had done enough

looking for them both, never once taking his eyes from the

handsome darkening face. He thought how strangely like her story

was to Leoline's - both shut in and isolated from the outer

world. Verily, destiny seemed to have woven the woof and warp of

their fates wonderfully together, for their lives were as much

the same as their faces. Miranda, having shook off her crawling

acquaintances, watched them glancing along the foul floor in the

darkness, and went moodily on.



"It was three years ago when I was fifteen years old, as I told

you, that a change took place in my life. Up to that time, that

miserable dwarf was what people would call my guardian, and did

not trouble me much with his heavenly company. He was a great

deal from our house, sometimes absent for weeks together; and I

remember I used to envy the freedom with which he came and went,

far more than I ever wondered where he spent his precious time.

I did not know then that he belonged to the honorable profession

of highwaymen, with variations of coining when travelers were few

and money scarce. He was then, and is still, at the head of a

formidable gang, over whom he wields most desperate authority -

as perhaps you have noticed during the brief and pleasant period

of your acquaintance."



"Really, madam, it struck me that your authority over them was

much more despotic than his," said Sir Norman, in all sincerity,

feeling called upon to give the - well, I'd rather not repeat the

word, which is generally spelled with a d and a dash - his due.



"No thanks to him for that! He would make me a slave now, as he

did then, if he dared, but he has found that, poor, trodden worm

as I was, I had life enough left to turn and sting."



"Which you do with a vengeance! Oh I you're a Tartar!" remarked

Sir Norman to himself. "The saints forefend that Leoline should

be like you in temper, as she is in history and face; for if she

is, my life promises to be a pleasant one."



"This rascally crew of cut-throats, whom his villainous highness

headed," said Miranda, "were an almost immense number then, being

divided in three bodies - London cut-purses, Hounslow Heath

highwaymen, and assistant-coiners, but all owning him for their

lord and master. He told me all this himself, one day when, in

an after-dinner and most gracious mood, he made a boasting

display of his wealth and greatness; told me I was growing up

very pretty indeed, and that I was shortly to be raised to the

honor and dignity, and bliss of being his wife.



"I fancy I must have had a very vague idea of what that one small

word meant, and was besides in an unusually contented and

peaceful state of mind, or I should, undoubtedly, have raised one

of his cut-glass decanters and smashed in his head with it. I

know how I should receive such an assertion from him now, but I

think I took it then with a resignation, he must have found

mighty edifying; and when he went on to tell me that all this

richness and greatness were to be shared by me when that

celestial time came, I think I rather liked the idea than

otherwise. The horrible creature seemed to have woke up that

day, for the first time, and all of a sudden, to a conviction

that I was in a fair way to become a woman, and rather a handsome

one, and that he had better make sure of me before any accident

interfered to take me from him. Full of this laudable notion, he

became a daily visitor of mine from thenceforth, and made the

discovery, simultaneously with myself, that the oftener he came

the less favor he found in my sight. I had, before, tacitly

disliked him, and shrank with a natural repulsion from his

dreadful ugliness ness; but now, from negative dislike, I grew
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