He begins his journey through the dark and gloomy trees… But, no, no! ‘twould kill her to think it.” Methought, as she spoke, there was trouble in her face, as if a dream had warned her what work is to be done to-night. “What a wretch am I, to leave her on such an errand! She talks of dreams, too. “Poor little Faith!” thought he, for his heart smote him. Young Goodman Brown resists this pathetic plea from Faith, his pretty, loving young wife, and heads off into the forest just outside the town. Pray tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year.” A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts that she’s afeard of herself sometimes. “Dearest heart,” whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, “prithee put off your journey until sunrise and sleep in your own bed to-night. So this story seems like a perfect choice for this week’s…īy Nathaniel Hawthorne Nathaniel Hawthorne Salem! Birthplace to Nathaniel Hawthorne, himself descended from one of the men who interrogated the Salem witches and helped send them to their death. For this spookiest week of the year, where best to head but to that town whose name will be forever associated with witchcraft and devil-worship.
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