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"Why, sometimes," answered Hepzibah, "I have seriously made it a question, whether I ought not to send him away. A woman clings to slight acquaintances when she lives so much alone as I do." "But if Mr. Holgrave is a lawless person!" remonstrated Phoebe, a part of whose essence it was to keep within the limits of law.
IT still lacked half an hour of sunrise, when Miss Hepzibah Pyncheon we will not say awoke, it being doubtful whether the poor lady had so much as closed her eyes during the brief night of midsummer but, at all events, arose from her solitary pillow, and began what it would be mockery to term the adornment of her person.
But it is certain that poor Hepzibah Pyncheon, and the pathetic Clifford, and quaint Uncle Venner, are types which inevitably present themselves as belonging pre-eminently to this place.
To sink, with its leaden weight upon him, and never rise again! The horror of this last conception was too much for Hepzibah. Even Jaffrey Pyncheon must help her now She hastened down the staircase, shrieking as she went. "Clifford is gone!" she cried. "I cannot find my brother. Help, Jaffrey Pyncheon! Some harm will happen to him!" She threw open the parlor-door.
A powerful excitement had given him energy and vivacity. Its operation over, he forthwith began to sink. "You must take the lead now, Hepzibah!" murmured he, with a torpid and reluctant utterance. "Do with me as you will!" She knelt down upon the platform where they were standing and lifted her clasped hands to the sky.
The house itself shivered, from every attic of its seven gables down to the great kitchen fireplace, which served all the better as an emblem of the mansion's heart, because, though built for warmth, it was now so comfortless and empty. Hepzibah attempted to enliven matters by a fire in the parlor.
Miss Hepzibah took the black-edged letter coolly in her hand, eyed it stolidly for a second, and then laid it on the table. "Sit down a minute, Ebenezer, an' I'll bring ye a glass of cider," she said. And Ebenezer saw her depart to the larder nothing loath.
Goldthwaite, and held out a hand in turn to each of the children. "I'm tired to death waitin' on these pesky cars," she said, addressing herself to Mr. Goldthwaite. "I hope they've behaved themselves, sir, an' not bothered ye. Bless me, children, don't stare at me so; I'm your Aunt Hepzibah. You look as if you had never seen a woman afore." "There is a trunk, Miss Hepsy," said Mr.
The early sunshine as fresh as that which peeped into Eve's bower while she and Adam sat at breakfast there came twinkling through the branches of the pear-tree, and fell quite across the table. All was now ready. There were chairs and plates for three. A chair and plate for Hepzibah, the same for Phoebe, but what other guest did her cousin look for?
He considered me as the cause of his overwhelming disgrace, his imminent peril of death, his irretrievable ruin. There was no great probability, therefore, of his volunteering information, out of his dungeon, that should elevate me still higher on the ladder of prosperity. But the moment has now come when he must give up his secret." "And what if he should refuse?" inquired Hepzibah.
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