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large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
This steeple, it must be understood, was an afterthought, and its addition to the main edifice, when the latter had already begun to decay, had excited a vehement quarrel, and almost a schism in the church, some fifty years before. THIS STEEPLE IT MUST BE UNDERSTOOD WAS AN AFTERTHOUGHT AND ITS ADDITION TO THE MAIN EDIFICE WHEN THE LATTER HAD ALREADY BEGUN TO DECAY HAD EXCITED A VEHEMENT QUARREL AND ALMOST A SCHISM IN THE CHURCH SOME FIFTY YEARS BEFORE
ts 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. About midway in the village was a grist-mill, partly concealed by the descent of the ground towards the stream which turned its wheel. At the southern extremity, just so far distant that the window-paces dazzled into each other, rose the meeting-house, a dingy old barn-like building, with an enormously disproportioned steeple sticking up straight into heaven, as high as the Tower of Babel, and the cause of nearly as much confusion in its day. Y 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 ABOUTDWAY IN THE VILLAGE WAS A GRIST MILL PARTIALLY CONCEALED BY THE DESCENT OF THE GROUND TOWARD THE STREAM WHICH TURNED ITS WHEEL AT THE SOUTHERN EXTREMITY JUST SO FAR DISTANT THAT THE WINDOW PACES DAZZLED INTO EACH OTHER ROSE THE MEETING HOUSE A DINGY OLD BARN LIKE BUILDING WITH AN ENORMOUSLY DISPROPORTIONED STEEPLE STICKING UP STRAIGHT INTO HEAVEN AS HIGH AS THE TOWER OF BABEL AND THE CAUSE OF NEARLY AS MUCH CONFUSION IN ITS DAY
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