Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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Such were the terms on which Doctor Grimshawe now stood with his adopted
townspeople; and if we consider the dull little town to be full of
exaggerated stories about the Doctor’s oddities, many of them forged,
all retailed in an unfriendly spirit; misconceptions of a character
which, in its best and most candidly interpreted aspects, was
sufficiently amenable to censure; surmises taken for certainties;
superstitions--the genuine hereditary offspring of the frame of public
mind which produced the witchcraft delusion--all fermenting together;
and all this evil and uncharitableness taking the delusive hue of
benevolent interest in two helpless children;--we may partly judge what
was the odium in which the grim Doctor dwelt, and amid which he walked.
The horrid suspicion, too, countenanced by his abode in the corner of
the graveyard, affording the terrible Doctor such facilities for making
free, like a ghoul as he was, with the relics of mortality from the
earliest progenitor to the man killed yesterday by the Doctor’s own
drugs, was not likely to improve his reputation.
He had heretofore contented himself with, at most, occasionally shaking
his stick at his assailants; but this day the black bottle had imparted,
it may be, a little more fire than ordinary to his blood; and besides,
an unlucky urchin happened to take particularly good aim with a mud
ball, which took effect right in the midst of the Doctor’s bushy beard,
and, being of a soft consistency, forthwith became incorporated with
it. At this intolerable provocation the grim Doctor pursued the little
villain, amid a shower of similar missiles from the boy’s playmates,
caught him as he was escaping into a back yard, dragged him into the
middle of the street, and, with his stick, proceeded to give him his
merited chastisement.
But, hereupon, it was astonishing how sudden commotion flashed up like
gunpowder along the street, which, except for the petty shrieks and
laughter of a few children, was just before so quiet. Forth out of every
window in those dusky, mean wooden houses were thrust heads of women
old and young; forth out of every door and other avenue, and as if
they started up from the middle of the street, or out of the unpaved
sidewalks, rushed fierce avenging forms, threatening at full yell to
take vengeance on the grim Doctor; who still, with that fierce dark
face of his,--his muddy beard all flying abroad, dirty and foul, his hat
fallen off, his red eyes flashing fire,--was belaboring the poor hinder
end of the unhappy urchin, paying off upon that one part of the boy’s
frame the whole score which he had to settle with the rude boys of the
town; giving him at once the whole whipping which he had deserved every
day of his life, and not a stroke of which he had yet received. Need
enough there was, no doubt, that somebody should interfere with such
grim and immitigable justice; and certainly the interference was prompt,
and promised to be effectual.
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