Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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was the most isolated individual to be found anywhere; and, being so
unsupported, everybody was his enemy.
The town, as it happened, had been pleased to interest itself much in
this matter of Doctor Grim and the two children, insomuch as he never
sent them to school, nor came with them to meeting of any kind, but
was bringing them up ignorant heathen to all appearances, and, as many
believed, was devoting them in some way to the great spider, to which he
had bartered his own soul. It had been mooted among the selectmen, the
fathers of the town, whether their duty did not require them to put the
children under more suitable guardianship; a measure which, it may be,
was chiefly hindered by the consideration that, in that case, the cost
of supporting them would probably be transferred from the grim Doctor’s
shoulders to those of the community. Nevertheless, they did what they
could. Maidenly ladies, prim and starched, in one or two instances
called upon the Doctor--the two children meanwhile being in the
graveyard at play--to give him Christian advice as to the management of
his charge. But, to confess the truth, the Doctor’s reception of these
fair missionaries was not extremely courteous. They were, perhaps,
partly instigated by a natural feminine desire to see the interior of
a place about which they had heard much, with its spiders’ webs, its
strange machines and confusing tools; so, much contrary to crusty
Hannah’s advice, they persisted in entering. Crusty Hannah listened at
the door; and it was curious to see the delighted smile which came
over her dry old visage as the Doctor’s growling, rough voice, after an
abrupt question or two, and a reply in a thin voice on the part of the
maiden ladies, grew louder and louder, till the door opened, and forth
came the benevolent pair in great discomposure. Crusty Hannah averred
that their caps were much rumpled; but this view of the thing was
questioned; though it were certain that the Doctor called after them
downstairs, that, had they been younger and prettier, they would have
fared worse. A male emissary, who was admitted on the supposition of
his being a patient, did fare worse; for (the grim Doctor having been
particularly intimate with the black bottle that afternoon) there
was, about ten minutes after the visitor’s entrance, a sudden fierce
upraising of the Doctor’s growl; then a struggle that shook the house;
and, finally, a terrible rumbling down the stairs, which proved to be
caused by the precipitate descent of the hapless visitor; who, if he
needed no assistance of the grim Doctor on his entrance, certainly would
have been the better for a plaster or two after his departure.
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