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English
2093
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. 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
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. 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. Here the road wound down a hill and was seen no more, the remotest object in view being the graveyard gate, beyond the meetinghouse. The youthful pair sat hand in hand beneath the trees, and for several moments they had not 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!”  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 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 HERE THE ROAD WOUND DOWN A HILL AND WAS SEEN NO MORE THE REMOTEST OBJECT IN VIEW BEING THE GRAVEYARD GATE BEYOND THE MEETING HOUSE THE YOUTHFUL PAIR SAT HAND IN HAND BENEATH THE TREES 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
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