God bless you!" said Faith, with the
pink ribbons; "and may you find all
well when you come back."
"Amen!" cried Goodman Brown. "Say
thy prayers, dear Faith, and go to bed
at dusk, and no harm will come to thee."
So they parted; and the young man pursued
his way until, being about to turn the
corner by the meeting-hduse, he looked
back and saw the head of Faith still peeping
after him with a melancholy air, in spite
of her pink ribbons.
"Poor little Faith!" thought
he, for his heart smote him. "What
a wretch am I to leave her on such an errand!
She talks of dreams, too. 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. But no, no; 't
would kill her to think it. Well, she's
a blessed angel on earth; and after this
one night I'll cling to her skirts and
follow her to heaven."
With this excellent resolve for the future,
Goodman Brown felt himself justified in
making more haste on his present evil purpose.
He had taken a dreary road, darkened by
all the gloomiest trees of the forest,
which barely stood aside to let the narrow
path creep through, and closed immediately
behind. It was all as lonely as could be;
and there is this peculiarity in such a
solitude, that the traveller knows not
who may be concealed by the innumerable
trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so
that with lonely footsteps he may yet be
passing through an unseen multitude.