1835
TWICE-TOLD TALES
YOUNG GOODMAN BROWN
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
YOUNG GOODMAN BROWN came forth at sunset, into the street of
Salem village, but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to
exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife
was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting
the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap, while she called to
Goodman Brown.
"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her
lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until
sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled
with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself,
sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights
in the year!"
"My love and my Faith," replied young Goodman Brown, "of all nights
in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee. My journey,
as thou callest it, forth and back again, must needs be done 'twixt
now and sunrise. What, my sweet, pretty wife, dost thou doubt me
already, and we but three months married!"
"Then God bless you!" said Faith, with the pink ribbons, "and may
you find all well, when you come back.
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