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large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
At length, without any vivid astonishment, they became conscious that a great many people were either entering the village or already in the street, but whether they came from the meeting house, or from a little beyond it, or where the devil they came from, was more than could be determined. AT LENGTH WITHOUT ANY VIVID ASTONISHMENT THEY BECAME CONSCIOUS THAT A GREAT MANY PEOPLE WERE EITHER ENTERING THE VILLAGE OR ALREADY IN THE STREET BUT WHETHER THEY CAME FROM THE MEETING HOUSE OR FROM A LITTLE BEYOND IT OR WHERE THE DEVIL THEY CAME FROM WAS MORE THAN COULD BE DETERMINED
 spoken, because the breeze was hushed, the brook scarce tinkled, the leaves had ceased their rustling, and everything lay motionless and silent as if Nature were composing herself to slumber. “What a beautiful night it is, Esther!” remarked David, somewhat drowsily. “Very beautiful,” answered the girl, in the same tone. “But how still!” continued David. “Ah, too still!” said Esther, with a faint shudder, like a modest leaf when the wind kisses it. Perhaps they fell asleep together, and, united as their spirits were by close and tender sympathies, the same strange dream might have wrapped them in its shadowy arms. But they conceived, at the time, that they still remained wakeful by the spring of bubbling water, looking down through the village, and all along the moonlighted road, and at the queer old houses, and at the trees which thrust their great twisted branches almost into the windows. There was only a sort of mistiness over their minds like the smoky air of an early autumn night.  AND FOR SEVERAL MOMENTS THEY HAD NOT SPOKEN BECAUSE THE BREEZE WAS HUSHED THE BROOK SCARCELY TINKLED THE LEAVES HAD CEASED THEIR RUSTLING AND EVERYTHING LAY MOTIONLESS AND SILENT AS IF NATURE WERE COMPOSING HERSELF TO SLUMBER WHAT A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT IT IS ESTHER REMARKED DAVID SOMEWHAT DROWSILY VERY BEAUTIFUL ANSWERED THE GIRL IN THE SAME TONE BUT HOW STILL CONTINUED DAVID AH TOO STILL SAID ESTHER WITH A FAINT SHUDDER LIKE A MODEST LEAF WHEN THE WIND KISSES IT PERHAPS THEY FELL ASLEEP TOGETHER AND UNITED AS THEIR SPIRITS WERE BY CLOSE AND TENDER SYMPATHIES THE SAME STRANGE DREAM MIGHT HAVE WRAPPED THEM IN ITS SHADOWY ARMS BUT THEY CONCEIVED AT THE TIME THAT THEY STILL REMAINED WAKEFUL BY THE SPRING OF BUBBLING WATER LOOKING DOWN THROUGH THE VILLAGE AND ALL ALONG THE MOONLIGHTED ROAD AND AT THE QUEER OLD HOUSES AND AT THE TREES WHICH THRUST THEIR GREAT TWISTED BRANCHES ALMOST INTO THE WINDOWS THERE WAS ONLY A SORT OF MISTINESS OVER THEIR MINDS LIKE THE SMOKY AIR OF AN EARLY AUTUMN NIGHT
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