Still recurring scenes of misery and pain, the fruits of this distemper, made no more a part of our lives⁠—the word plague no longer rung in our ears⁠—the aspect of plague incarnate in the human countenance no longer appeared before our eyes. From this moment I saw plague no more. She abdicated her throne, and despoiled herself of her imperial sceptre among the ice rocks that surrounded us. She left solitude and silence co-heirs of her kingdom.