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A stout, elderly gentleman has made his appearance; he has an aspect of eminent respectability, wears a black coat and pantaloons, of roomy width, and might be pronounced scrupulously neat in his attire, but for a broad crimson stain across his snowy neckcloth and down his shirt-bosom. Is it the Judge, or no? How can it be Judge Pyncheon?
But taken without reference to the original, Judge Pyncheon is somewhat of a stage villain, a puppet; his villainy is presented mainly in his physique, his dress and walk, his smile and scowl, and generally in his demeanor; it is not actively shown, though the reader is told many sad stories of his misbehaviour; even at the end, in the scene in which he comes nearest to acting, the plot never gets further than a threat to do a cruel thing.
One of the complainants in this case, though objecting to the use of the name Pyncheon, "respectfully suggests," with an ill-timed passion for accuracy, that it should in future editions be printed with the e left out, because this was the proper mode in use by the family. There has been some slight controversy as to the original of the visionary mansion described in this romance. Mr.
"No she can stay only one night," said Hepzibah, unbolting the door. "If Clifford were to find her here, it might disturb him!" V May and November PHOEBE PYNCHEON slept, on the night of her arrival, in a chamber that looked down on the garden of the old house.
You know I have not been brought up a Pyncheon. A girl learns many things in a New England village." "Ah! Phoebe," said Hepzibah, sighing, "your knowledge would do but little for you here! And then it is a wretched thought that you should fling away your young days in a place like this. Those cheeks would not be so rosy after a month or two.
And there we see a fly one of your common house-flies, such as are always buzzing on the window-pane which has smelt out Governor Pyncheon, and alights, now on his forehead, now on his chin, and now, heaven help us! is creeping over the bridge of his nose, toward the would-be chief magistrate's wide-open eyes! Canst thou not brush the fly away? Art thou too sluggish?
Hawthorne does not vouch for the truth of Alice Pyncheon's clairvoyant trances: he relates her story as a legend handed down in the Pyncheon family, explicable, if you please, on natural grounds what was witchcraft in the seventeenth century having become mesmerism or hypnotism in the nineteenth. Fifty years after his death, Hawthorne is already a classic. For even Mr.
This subject has taken hold of my mind with the strangest tenacity of clutch since I have lodged in yonder old gable. As one method of throwing it off, I have put an incident of the Pyncheon family history, with which I happen to be acquainted, into the form of a legend, and mean to publish it in a magazine." "Do you write for the magazines?" inquired Phoebe.
Was it good news, or news to shrivel my heart up as with fire? I tore off an end an' pulled out the sheet. It didn't take long to read it. CHICAGO, August 17, 187-. MRS. PYNCHEON: I find that my wife has been dead a year. The letter dropped from my hand. It was the heart-breaking end of a love story the closin' up of one of those little tragedies which the world seldom hears about.
Like his own Hepzibah Pyncheon, he appeared "to be walking in a dream"; or rather, the life and reality assumed by his emotions "made all outward occurrences unsubstantial, like the teasing phantasms of an unconscious slumber."
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