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large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
The stately decrepitude of one of his companions, the scar of an Indian tomahawk on his crown, and especially his worn buff coat, were appropriate marks of a veteran belonging to an old Provincial garrison, now deaf to the roll call. THE STATELY DECREPITUDE OF ONE OF HIS COMPANIONS THE SCAR OF AN INDIAN TOMAHAWK ON HIS CROWN AND ESPECIALLY HIS WORN BUFF COAT WERE APPROPRIATE MARKS OF A VETERAN BELONGING TO AN OLD PROVINCIAL GARRISON NOW DEAF TO THE ROLL CALL
, and the eyes of David and Esther were drawn thence to a pair with whom they could fully sympathize. It was a youth in a sailor’s dress and a pale slender maiden, who met each other with a sweet embrace in the middle of the street. “How long it must be since they parted,” observed David. “Fifty years at least,” said Esther. They continued to gaze with unwondering calmness and quiet interest, as the dream (if such it were) unrolled its quaint and motley semblance before them, and their notice was now attracted by several little knots of people apparently engaged in conversation. Of these one of the earliest collected and most characteristic was near the tavern, the persons who composed it being seated on the low green bank along the left side of the door. A conspicuous figure here was a fine corpulent old fellow in his shirt-sleeves and flame-colored breeches, and with a stained white apron over his paunch, beneath which he held his hands and wherewith at times be wiped his ruddy face. LLOW TOWARD THE MILL AND THE EYES OF DAVID AND ESTHER WERE DRAWN THENCE TO A PAIR WITH WHOM THEY COULD FULLY SYMPATHIZE IT WAS A YOUTH IN A SAILOR'S DRESS AND A PALE SLENDER MAIDEN WHO MET EACH OTHER WITH A SWEET EMBRACE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET HOW LONG IT MUST BE SINCE THEY PARTED OBSERVED DAVID FIFTY YEARS AT LEAST SAID ESTHER THEY CONTINUED TO GAZE WITH UNWONDERING CALMNESS AND QUIET INTEREST AS IF THE DREAM IF SUCH IT WERE UNROLLED ITS QUAINT AND MOTLEY SEMBLANCE BEFORE THEM AND THEIR NOTICE WAS NOW ATTRACTED BY SEVERAL LITTLE KNOTS OF PEOPLE APPARENTLY ENGAGED IN CONVERSATION OF THESE ONE OF THE EARLIEST COLLECTED AND MOST CHARACTERISTIC WAS NEAR THE TAVERN THE PERSONS WHO COMPOSED IT BEING SEATED ON THE LOW GREEN BANK ALONG THE LEFT SIDE OF THE DOOR A CONSPICUOUS FIGURE HERE WAS A FINE CORPULENT OLD FELLOW IN HIS SHIRT SLEEVES AND FLAME COLORED BREECHES AND WITH A STAINED WHITE APRON OVER HIS PAUNCH BENEATH WHICH HE HELD HIS HANDS AND WHEREWITH AT TIMES B WIPED HIS RUDDY FACE
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