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large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
Another showed his rough face under a tarry hat and wore a pair of wide trousers, like an ancient mariner who bad tossed away his youth upon the sea, and was returned, hoary and weather beaten, to his inland home. ANOTHER SHOWED HIS ROUGH FACE UNDER A TARRY HAT AND WORE A PAIR OF WIDE TROUSERS LIKE AN ANCIENT MARINER WHO BAD TOSSED AWAY HIS YOUTH UPON THE SEA AND WAS RETURNED HOARY AND WEATHER BEATEN TO HIS INLAND HOME
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. 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. IDDLE 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 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
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