large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb_50
large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
They resisted her efforts like a quarry of living granite, and losing her breath, she cast down the shovel and seemed to bemoan herself most piteously, gnashing her teeth (what few she had) and wringing her thin yellow hands. THEY RESISTED HER EFFORTS LIKE A QUARRY OF LIVING GRANITE AND LOSING HER BREATH SHE CAST DOWN THE SHOVEL AND SEEMED TO BEMOAN HERSELF MOST PITEOUSLY GNASHING HER TEETH WHAT FUSE SHE HAD AND WRINGING HER THIN YELLOW HANDS
 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. Above the petticoat, and parting in front so as to display it to the best advantage, was a figured blue damask gown. A wide and stiff ruff encircled her neck, a cap of the finest muslin, though rather dingy, covered her head; and her nose was bestridden by a pair of gold-bowed spectacles with enormous glasses. But the old lady’s face was pinched, sharp and sallow, wearing a niggardly and avaricious expression, and forming an odd contrast to the splendor of her attire, as did likewise the implement which she held in her hand. It was a sort of iron shovel (by housewives termed a “slice”), such as is used in clearing the oven, and with this, selecting a spot between a walnut-tree and the fountain, the good dame made an earnest attempt to dig. The tender sods, however, possessed a strange impenetrability. ER 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 ABOVE THE PETTICOAT AND PARTING IN FRONT SO AS TO DISPLAY IT TO THE BEST ADVANTAGE WAS A FIGURED BLUE DAMASK GOWN A WIDE AND STIFF RUFF ENCIRCLED HER NECK A CAP OF THE FINEST MUSLIN THOUGH RATHER DINGY COVERED HER HEAD AND HER NOSE WAS BESTRIDDEN BY A PAIR OF GOLD BOWED SPECTACLES WITH ENORMOUS GLASSES BUT THE OLD LADY'S FACE WAS PINCHED SHARP AND SALLOW WEARING A NIGGARDLY AND AVARICIOUS EXPRESSION AND FORMING AN ODD CONTRAST TO THE SPLENDOR OF HER ATTIRE AS DID LIKEWISE THE IMPLEMENT WHICH SHE HELD IN HER HAND IT WAS A SORT OF IRON SHOVEL BY HOUSEWIVES TERMED A SLICE SUCH AS IS USED IN CLEARING THE OVEN AND WITH THIS SELECTING A SPOT BETWEEN A WALNUT TREE AND THE FOUNTAIN GOOD DAME MADE AN EARNEST ATTEMPT TO DIG THE TENDER SODS HOWEVER POSSESSED A STRANGE IMPENETRABILITY
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