page 01 _______________Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne |
"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. 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, cost thou doubt me already,
and we but three months married?"
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