Nathaniel Hawthorne

Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Fanshawe — Chapter IX (1828)

In the single inhabitable apartment were several elderly women, clad evidently in their well-worn and well-saved Sunday clothes, and all wearing a deep grievous expression of countenance. Fanshawe was not long in deciding that death was within the cottage, and that these aged females were of the class who love the house of mourning, because to them it is a house of feasting.
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Fanshawe — Chapter IX (1828)

The females withdrew out of ear-shot to give place to a more legitimate comforter than themselves.
"What know you respecting my purpose?" inquired Fanshawe, bending towards her.
The woman gave a groan--the usual result of all efforts at consolation-- for the edification of the company, and then replied in a whisper, which reached only the ear for which it was intended. "I know whom you come to seek: I can direct you to them. Speak low, for God's sake!" she continued, observing that Fanshawe was about to utter an exclamation.
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Portrait of Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Fanshawe — Chapter IX (1828)

Sometimes, however, from an original _lusus naturae_, or from the influence of circumstances, a man becomes a haunter of death-beds, a tormentor of afflicted hearts, and a follower of funerals. Such an abomination now appeared before Fanshawe, and beckoned him into the cottage. He was considerably beyond the middle age, rather corpulent, with a broad, fat, tallow-complexioned countenance. The student obeyed his silent call, and entered the room, through the open door of which he had been gazing.
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