large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb_60
large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
About midway in the village was a grist mill, partly concealed by the descent of the ground towards the stream which turned its wheel. ABOUTDWAY IN THE VILLAGE WAS A GRIST MILL PARTIALLY CONCEALED BY THE DESCENT OF THE GROUND TOWARD THE STREAM WHICH TURNED ITS WHEEL
 innumerable creeping plants, which hung curling about the roof like a nice young wig on an elderly gentleman’s head. Opposite to this establishment was a tavern, with a well and horse-trough before it, and a low green bank running along the left side of the door. Thence, the road went onward, curving scarce perceptibly, through the village, divided in the midst by a narrow lane of verdure, and bounded on each side by a grassy strip of twice its own breadth. The houses had generally an odd look. Here, the moonlight tried to get a glimpse of one, a rough old heap of ponderous timber, which, ashamed of its dilapidated aspect, was hiding behind a great thick tree; the lower story of the next had sunk almost under ground, as if the poor little house were a-weary of the world, and retiring into the seclusion of its own cellar; farther on stood one of the few recent structures, thrusting its painted face conspicuously into the street, with an evident idea that it was the fairest thing there. AND NARROW PEAKS ALL OVERRUN BY INNUMERABLE CREEPING PLANTS WHICH HUNG CURLING ABOUT THE ROOF LIKE A NICE YOUNG WIG ON AN ELDERLY GENTLEMAN'S HEAD OPPOSITE TO THIS ESTABLISHMENT WAS A TAVERN WITH A WELL AND HORSE TROUGH BEFORE IT AND A LOW GREEN BANK RUNNING ALONG THE LEFT SIDE OF THE DOOR THENCE THE ROAD WENT ONWARD CURVING SCARCE PERCEPTIBLY THROUGH THE VILLAGE DIVIDED IN THE MIDST BY A NARROW LANE OF VERDURE BOUNDED ON EACH SIDE BY A GRASSY STRIP OF TWICE ITS OWN BREADTH THE HOUSES HAD GENERALLY AN ODD LOOK HERE THE MOONLIGHT TRIED TO GET A GLIMPSE OF ONE A ROUGH OLD HEAP OF PONDEROUS TIMBER WHICH ASHAMED OF ITS DILAPIDATED ASPECT WAS HIDING BEHIND A GREAT THICK TREE THE LOWER STORY OF THE NEXT HAD SUNK ALMOST UNDERGROUND AS IF THE POOR LITTLE HOUSE WAS AWEARY OF THE WORLD AND RETIRING INTO THE SECLUSION OF ITS OWN CELLAR FARTHER ON STOOD ONE OF THE FEW RECENT STRUCTURES THRUSTING ITS PAINTED FACE CONSPICUOUSLY INTO THE STREET WITH AN EVIDENT IDEA THAT IT WAS THE FAIREST THING THERE
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