Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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“What, in America?” exclaimed the Warden. “That is very remarkable. The
time of its being missed coincides well enough with that of the early
settlement of New England. Some Puritan, before his departure, may have
thought himself doing God service by filching the old golden gewgaw from
the Cavalier; for it was said to be fine, ductile gold.”
The circumstances struck Redclyffe with a pleasant wonder; for, indeed,
the old statue held the closest possible imitation, in marble, of that
strange old glitter of gold which he himself had so often played with
in the Doctor’s study; [Endnote: 2] so identical, that he could have
fancied that he saw the very thing, changed from metal into stone, even
with its bruises and other casual marks in it. As he looked at the
old statue, his imagination played with it, and his naturally great
impressibility half made him imagine that the old face looked at him
with a keen, subtile, wary glance, as if acknowledging that it held some
secret, but at the same time defying him to find it out. And then again
came that visionary feeling that had so often swept over him since he
had been an inmate of the Hospital.
All over the interior part of the building was carved in stone the
leopard’s head, with wearisome iteration; as if the founder were anxious
to imprint his device so numerously, lest--when he produced this edifice
as his remuneration to Eternal Justice for many sins--the Omniscient Eye
should fail to be reminded that Sir Edward Redclyffe had done it.
But, at all events, it seemed to Redclyffe that the ancient knight had
purposed a good thing, and in a measurable degree had effected it; for
here stood the venerable edifice securely founded, bearing the moss of
four hundred years upon it; and though wars, and change of dynasties,
and religious change, had swept around it, with seemingly destructive
potency, yet here had the lodging, the food, the monastic privileges of
the brethren been held secure, and were unchanged by all the altering
mariners of the age. The old fellow, somehow or other, seemed to have
struck upon an everlasting rock, and founded his pompous charity there.
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