Mosses from an Old Manse, and Other Stories

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Hawthorne Nathaniel. Mosses from an Old Manse, and Other Stories

THE BIRTHMARK

YOUNG GOODMAN BROWN

RAPPACCINI'S DAUGHTER [From the Writings of Aubepine.]

MRS. BULLFROG

THE CELESTIAL RAILROAD

THE PROCESSION OF LIFE

FEATHERTOP: A MORALIZED LEGEND

EGOTISM;1 OR, THE BOSOM SERPENT

DROWNE'S WOODEN IMAGE

ROGER MALVIN'S BURIAL

THE ARTIST OF THE BEAUTIFUL

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Young Goodman Brown came forth at sunset into the street at Salem village; but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap while she called to Goodman Brown.

"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "prithee put off your journey until sunrise and sleep in your own bed to-night. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts that she's afeard of herself sometimes. Pray tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year."

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"That old woman taught me my catechism," said the young man; and there was a world of meaning in this simple comment.

They continued to walk onward, while the elder traveller exhorted his companion to make good speed and persevere in the path, discoursing so aptly that his arguments seemed rather to spring up in the bosom of his auditor than to be suggested by himself. As they went, he plucked a branch of maple to serve for a walking stick, and began to strip it of the twigs and little boughs, which were wet with evening dew. The moment his fingers touched them they became strangely withered and dried up as with a week's sunshine. Thus the pair proceeded, at a good free pace, until suddenly, in a gloomy hollow of the road, Goodman Brown sat himself down on the stump of a tree and refused to go any farther.

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