Twice Told Tales - Nathaniel Hawthorne

agony of entreaty. "It may not yet be too late. Give the accursed garment to the flames." But Lady Eleanore, ...

have been the general theme, only that a subject of all-engrossing interest thrust it for a time from ...

into the ruler's mansion. Had an enemy's fleet been hovering on the coast or his armies trampling on our ...

Helwyse, shaking the red flag aloft. "Death and the pestilence, who wears the aspect of the Lady Eleanore, will ...

The poor lunatic, it seems probable, had cherished a delusion that his haughty mistress sat in state, ...

with cruel scorn, awoke within the breast of Jervase Helwyse. He shook his finger at the wretched girl, ...

with a specimen; my own entreaties, of course, were urged to the same effect; and our venerable guest, well ...

the worse for wear. Under these disadvantages, the old loyalist's story required more revision to render it ...

Esther Dudley, who had dwelt almost immemorial years in this mansion, until her presence seemed as inseparabl ...

gesture that expressed immovable resolve; "and when Your Excellency returns in triumph, I will tott ...

province-house, especially as they must otherwise have paid a hireling for taking care of the premises, ...

and did his errand in the burial-grounds, knocking at the iron doors of tombs or upon the marble slabs that ...

own desolate heart and made childhood's fancy discern the ghosts that haunted there. Living so continually in h ...

"What means this blaze of light? What does old Esther's joy portend?" whispered a spectator. " ...

him welcome within the portal, and my task in the province-house and on earth is done." Then, with tottering fe ...

foot now trod upon humbled royalty as he ascended the steps of the province- house, the people's chosen go ...

again, the clock of the Old South threw its voice of ages on the breeze, knolling the hourly knell of the pas ...

strokes—one, two; and there they cease with a booming sound like the gathering of a third stroke wi ...

ecstasy of inaction, and drowsily conscious of nothing but delicious warmth such as you now feel again. Ah! tha ...

without such guilt is this nightmare of the soul, this heavy, heavy sinking of the spirits, this win ...