large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb_32
large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
Above the petticoat, and parting in front so as to display it to the best advantage, was a figured blue damask gown. ABOVE THE PETTICOAT AND PARTING IN FRONT SO AS TO DISPLAY IT TO THE BEST ADVANTAGE WAS A FIGURED BLUE DAMASK GOWN
, shook his cane at the steeple, at the two deacons, and almost in the parson’s face, stamping with his foot fiercely enough to break a hole through the very earth; though, indeed, it could not exactly be said that the green grass bent beneath him. The figure, noticed as coming behind all the rest, had now surmounted the ascent from the mill, and proved to be an elderly lady with something in her hand. “Why does she walk so slow?” asked David. “Don’t you see she is lame?” said Esther. This gentlewoman, whose infirmity had kept her so far in the rear of the crowd, now came hobbling on, glided unobserved by the polemic group, and paused on the left brink of the fountain, within a few feet of the two spectators. She was a magnificent old dame, as ever mortal eye beheld. Her spangled shoes and gold-clocked stockings shone gloriously within the spacious circle of a red hoop-petticoat, which swelled to the very point of explosion, and was bedecked all over with embroidery a little tarnished. CE HE BOUNCED FROM ONE TO ANOTHER SHOOK HIS CANE AT THE STEEPLE AT THE TWO DEACONS AND ALMOST IN THE PARSON'S FACE STAMPING WITH HIS FOOT FIERCELY ENOUGH TO BREAK A HOLE THROUGH THE VERY EARTH THOUGH INDEED IT COULD NOT EXACTLY BE SAID THAT THE GREEN GRASS BENT BENEATH HIM THE FIGURE NOTICED AS COMING BEHIND ALL THE REST HAD NOW SURMOUNTED THE ASCENT FROM THE MILL AND PROVED TO BE AN ELDERLY LADY WITH SOMETHING IN HER HAND WHY DOES SHE WALK SO SLOW ASKED DAVID DON'T YOU SEE SHE IS LAME SAID ESTHER THIS GENTLEWOMAN WHOSE INFIRMITY HAD KEPT HER SO FAR IN THE REAR OF THE CROWD NOW CAME HOBBLING ON GLIDED UNOBSERVED BY THE POLEMIC GROUP AND PAUSED ON THE LEFT BRINK OF THE FOUNTAIN WITHIN A FEW FEET OF THE TWO SPECTATORS SHE WAS A MAGNIFICENT OLD DAME AS EVER MORTAL EYE BEHELD HER SPANGLED SHOES AND GOLD CLOCK STOCKINGS SHONE GLORIOUSLY WITHIN THE SPACIOUS CIRCLE OF A RED HOOP PETTICOAT WHICH SWELLED TO THE VERY POINT OF EXPLOSION AND WAS BEDECKED ALL OVER WITH EMBROIDERY A LITTLE TARNISHED
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