ten o’clock
There , too , not far from it , looking small and infinitely piteous at that great height , and revolving slowly in the sharp draught from the broken windows , hung another dead face , the horrid face of the Abbe Dominic , lately the envied , prosperous dignitary and pluralist , who not four hours since had baptised him into the bosom of the Church , and who now himself had been born again into the bosom of whatever world awaited him beyond the Gates . It terrified Adrian ; no ghost could have frightened him more , but he set his teeth and staggered on , guided by the light gleaming faintly on the sword of Ramiro -- to whatever haven that sword should lead him . Before dawn broke it had led him out of Leyden . It was after ten o'clock that night when a woman , wrapped in a rough frieze coat , knocked at the door of the house in the Bree Straat and asked for the Vrouw van Goorl . `` My mistress lies between life and death with the plague , '' answered the servant . `` Get you gone from this pest-house , whoever you are . '' `` I do not fear the plague , '' said the visitor .