Some of the most distinguished guests of the province-house -- even those whom the haughty Lady Eleanore Rochcliffe had deemed not unworthy of her favor -- were stricken by this fatal scourge . It was noticed with an ungenerous bitterness of feeling that the four gentlemen -- the Virginian , the British officer , the young clergyman and the governor 's secretary -- who had been her most devoted attendants on the evening of the ball were the foremost on whom the plague-stroke fell . But the disease , pursuing its onward progress , soon ceased to be exclusively a prerogative of aristocracy . Its red brand was no longer conferred like a noble 's star or an order of knighthood . It threaded its way through the narrow and crooked streets , and entered the low , mean , darksome dwellings and laid its hand of death upon the artisans and laboring classes of the town . It compelled rich and poor to feel themselves brethren then , and stalking to and fro across the Three Hills with a fierceness which made it almost a new pestilence , there was that mighty conqueror -- that scourge and horror of our forefathers -- the small-pox . We can not estimate the affright which this plague inspired of yore by contemplating it as the fangless monster of the present day . We must remember , rather , with what awe we watched the gigantic footsteps of the Asiatic cholera striding from shore to shore of the Atlantic and marching like Destiny upon cities far remote which flight had already half depopulated . There is no other fear so horrible and unhumanizing as that which makes man dread to breathe heaven 's vital air lest it be poison , or to grasp the hand of a brother or friend lest the grip of the pestilence should clutch him . Such was the dismay that now followed in the track of the disease or ran before it throughout the town . Graves were hastily dug and the pestilential relics as hastily covered , because the dead were enemies of the living and strove to draw them headlong , as it were , into their own dismal pit . The public councils were suspended , as if mortal wisdom might relinquish its devices now that an unearthly usurper had found his way into the ruler 's mansion . Had an enemy 's fleet been hovering on the coast or his armies trampling on our soil , the people would probably have committed their defence to that same direful conqueror who had wrought their own calamity and would permit no interference with his sway . This conqueror had a symbol of his triumphs : it was a blood-red flag that fluttered in the tainted air over the door of every dwelling into which the small-pox had entered . Such a banner was long since waving over the portal of the province-house , for thence , as was proved by tracking its footsteps back , had all this dreadful mischief issued . It had been traced back to a lady 's luxurious chamber , to the proudest of the proud , to her that was so delicate and hardly owned herself of earthly mould , to the haughty one who took her stand above human sympathies -- to Lady Eleanore . There remained no room for doubt that the contagion had lurked in that gorgeous mantle which threw so strange a grace around her at the festival . Its fantastic splendor had been conceived in the delirious brain of a woman on her death-bed and was the last toil of her stiffening fingers , which had interwoven fate and misery with its golden threads . This dark tale , whispered at first , was now bruited far and wide . The people raved against the Lady Eleanore and cried out that her pride and scorn had evoked a fiend , and that between them both this monstrous evil had been born .
At times their rage and despair took the semblance of grinning mirth ; and whenever the red flag of the pestilence was hoisted over another and yet another door , they clapped their hands and shouted XXXXX the streets in bitter mockery : `` Behold a new triumph for the Lady Eleanore ! ''
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