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Had he been an old woman, she might probably have repelled the freedom, which she now took in good part. "It is time for me to begin work, indeed! Or, to speak the truth, I have just begun when I ought to be giving it up." "Oh, never say that, Miss Hepzibah!" answered the old man. "You are a young woman yet.
Evidently, this is to be a day of more than ordinary trial to Miss Hepzibah, who, for above a quarter of a century gone by, has dwelt in strict seclusion, taking no part in the business of life, and just as little in its intercourse and pleasures. Not with such fervor prays the torpid recluse, looking forward to the cold, sunless, stagnant calm of a day that is to be like innumerable yesterdays.
Hepzibah, her hands convulsively clasped, stood gazing at the entrance. "Dear Cousin Hepzibah, pray don't look so!" said Phoebe, trembling; for her cousin's emotion, and this mysteriously reluctant step, made her feel as if a ghost were coming into the room. "You really frighten me! Is something awful going to happen?" "Hush!" whispered Hepzibah.
He expresses himself, in these matters, through Holgrave, in his democratic new life urging Hepzibah to abandon gentility and be proud of her cent shop as a genuine thing in a practical and real world, she would begin to live now at sixty, such was his narrowness of youthful view; but the democratic sentiment is Hawthorne's.
"But here is the same face, taken within this half-hour" said the artist, presenting her with another miniature. "I had just finished it when I heard you at the door." "This is death!" shuddered Phoebe, turning very pale. "Judge Pyncheon dead!" "Such as there represented," said Holgrave, "he sits in the next room. The Judge is dead, and Clifford and Hepzibah have vanished! I know no more.
The weight is gone, Hepzibah gone off this weary old world, and we may be as lighthearted as little Phoebe herself! What an absurd figure the old fellow cuts now, just when he fancied he had me completely under his thumb!" Then the brother and sister departed hastily from the house, and left Judge Pyncheon sitting in the old house of his forefathers.
She showed the indentations made by the lieutenant-governor's sword-hilt in the door-panels of the apartment where old Colonel Pyncheon, a dead host, had received his affrighted visitors with an awful frown. The dusky terror of that frown, Hepzibah observed, was thought to be lingering ever since in the passageway.
That's yonder, the great brick house, you know, the workhouse, most folks call it; but I mean to do my work first, and go there to be idle and enjoy myself. And I'm glad to see you beginning to do your work, Miss Hepzibah!" "Thank you, Uncle Venner" said Hepzibah, smiling; for she always felt kindly towards the simple and talkative old man.
In all the very extensive sphere of those who knew him, whether in his public or private capacities, there was not an individual except Hepzibah, and some lawless mystic, like the daguerreotypist, and, possibly, a few political opponents who would have dreamed of seriously disputing his claim to a high and honorable place in the world's regard.
Tony by this time had regained voice enough to declare that he would go where they pleased, but that he must first say a word to the mate of the Hepzibah, who had now been awaiting him some two hours or more at the landing-place. The Count repeated this to Tony's custodian, but the latter shook his head and rattled off a sharp denial. "Impossible, sir," said the Count.
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