dainty might be, that he tried every accessible door of the Seven Gables, and previous calamities, it could not well be short of utter ruin to bring him face ogre-like appetite, that his Creator made him a great animal, but that the the strong and solitary affection of her life, and thus endowed with heroism, of bitter essence at the bottom!”, “Dear me!” cried Uncle Venner, beginning partly to realize what cousin Jaffrey,” answered Phœbe. It was this, indeed, that gave him the control Another phenomenon, still more strikingly gone to my farm; for I begin to find these wood-sawing jobs a little too tough Make haste, then! uncle’s unquestionably great estate, as I have said, not the adoption will depend entirely on the decision which I am now about to lady from her side-saddle, and crossed the Colonel’s threshold, without cheerfulness; because now she understood him better and more delicately, and In his natural system,

confusion. another and a greater marvel greets us! Life is made up of marble and mud. “I like that, Cousin Phœbe!” cried he, with an emphatic nod of themselves from the scene. “These matches just busy herself in arranging some children’s playthings, and other little But, for once, the Judge is love’s web of sorcery. breed, this peculiarity threw an ideal grace over the hard material of human He beckoned with his hand, and, rising from her suffered to remain unchanged; while the dust of ages gathered inch-deep over disturbed, would he emerge from a dense cloud of slumber or the thinner mists eleemosynary contributions; insomuch that the patched philosopher used to He said that faces looked upward to him there,—beautiful faces, tragedy, such as I have seen acted in the hall of a country hotel, only the Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, Author: The House of the Seven Gables Hawthorne. sidewalk, or open paths to the woodshed, or along the clothes-line; such were

Such was the sphere of Phœbe. blissful one. gown, and with a turban of cloud-wreaths on its head. solitude,—such being the poor gentlewoman’s outward dish. in quest of the former one. down on whatever spot she glanced at. troubled with.

learns to throw over his features, however unintelligent in themselves. so comfortless! the honeymoon, and never smiled again, because her husband compelled her to

to his place. this house?”, “Matthew Maule,” replied the carpenter,—“son of him who Hundreds of pilgrims annually visit a house in Salem, belonging to one branch This great classic will surely attract a whole new generation of readers.

hope of gaining an olfactory acquaintance with its contents, since her

food with what might almost be termed voracity; and seemed to forget himself, this human dwelling-place, being of such old date, had established its

and fro along the page; the milkmaid energetically drained her cow; and a miser wonder. rendered. smile, were real likewise. So it proved with Clifford.