large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb_17
large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
But the old lady's face was pinched, sharp and sallow, wearing a niggardly and avaricious expression, and forming an odd contrast to the splendor of her attire, as did likewise the implement which she held in her hand. BUT THE OLD LADY'S FACE WAS PINCHED SHARP AND SALLOW WEARING A NIGGARDLY AND AVARICIOUS EXPRESSION AND FORMING AN ODD CONTRAST TO THE SPLENDOR OF HER ATTIRE AS DID LIKEWISE THE IMPLEMENT WHICH SHE HELD IN HER HAND
ounted the ascent from the mill, and proved to be an elderly lady with something in her hand. “Why does she walk so slow?” asked David. “Don’t you see she is lame?” said Esther. This gentlewoman, whose infirmity had kept her so far in the rear of the crowd, now came hobbling on, glided unobserved by the polemic group, and paused on the left brink of the fountain, within a few feet of the two spectators. She was a magnificent old dame, as ever mortal eye beheld. Her spangled shoes and gold-clocked stockings shone gloriously within the spacious circle of a red hoop-petticoat, which swelled to the very point of explosion, and was bedecked all over with embroidery a little tarnished. Above the petticoat, and parting in front so as to display it to the best advantage, was a figured blue damask gown. A wide and stiff ruff encircled her neck, a cap of the finest muslin, though rather dingy, covered her head; and her nose was bestridden by a pair of gold-bowed spectacles with enormous glasses. EHIND ALL THE REST HAD NOW SURMOUNTED THE ASCENT FROM THE MILL AND PROVED TO BE AN ELDERLY LADY WITH SOMETHING IN HER HAND WHY DOES SHE WALK SO SLOW ASKED DAVID DON'T YOU SEE SHE IS LAME SAID ESTHER THIS GENTLEWOMAN WHOSE INFIRMITY HAD KEPT HER SO FAR IN THE REAR OF THE CROWD NOW CAME HOBBLING ON GLIDED UNOBSERVED BY THE POLEMIC GROUP AND PAUSED ON THE LEFT BRINK OF THE FOUNTAIN WITHIN A FEW FEET OF THE TWO SPECTATORS SHE WAS A MAGNIFICENT OLD DAME AS EVER MORTAL EYE BEHELD HER SPANGLED SHOES AND GOLD CLOCK STOCKINGS SHONE GLORIOUSLY WITHIN THE SPACIOUS CIRCLE OF A RED HOOP PETTICOAT WHICH SWELLED TO THE VERY POINT OF EXPLOSION AND WAS BEDECKED ALL OVER WITH EMBROIDERY A LITTLE TARNISHED ABOVE THE PETTICOAT AND PARTING IN FRONT SO AS TO DISPLAY IT TO THE BEST ADVANTAGE WAS A FIGURED BLUE DAMASK GOWN A WIDE AND STIFF RUFF ENCIRCLED HER NECK A CAP OF THE FINEST MUSLIN THOUGH RATHER DINGY COVERED HER HEAD AND HER NOSE WAS BESTRIDDEN BY A PAIR OF GOLD BOWED SPECTACLES WITH ENORMOUS GLASSES
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