Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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This, however, was the final outbreak of poor Doctor Grim. Indeed, he
almost went off at once in the exhaustion that succeeded. The lawyer
arrived shortly after, and was shut up with him for a considerable
space; after which crusty Hannah was summoned, and desired to call two
indifferent persons from the street, as witnesses to a will; and this
document was duly executed, and given into the possession of the lawyer.
This done, and the lawyer having taken his leave, the grim Doctor
desired, and indeed commanded imperatively, that crusty Hannah
should quit the room, having first--we are sorry to say--placed the
brandy-bottle within reach of his hand, and leaving him propped up in
his arm-chair, in which he leaned back, gazing up at the great spider,
who was, dangling overhead. As the door closed behind crusty Hannah’s
grinning and yet strangely interested face, the Doctor caught a glimpse
of little Elsie in the passage, bathed in tears, and lingering and
looking earnestly into the chamber. [Endnote: 3.]
Seeing the poor little girl, the Doctor cried out to her, half
wrathfully, half tenderly, “Don’t cry, you little wretch! Come and kiss
me once more.” So Elsie, restraining her grief with a great effort, ran
to him and gave him a last kiss.
“Tell Ned,” said the Doctor solemnly, “to think no more of the old
English hall, or of the bloody footstep, or of the silver key, or any of
all that nonsense. Good by, my dear!” Then he said, with his thunderous
and imperative tone, “Let no one come near me till to-morrow morning.”
So that parting was over; but still the poor little desolate child
hovered by the study door all day long, afraid to enter, afraid to
disobey, but unable to go. Sometimes she heard the Doctor muttering,
as was his wont; once she fancied he was praying, and dropping on her
knees, she also prayed fervently, and perhaps acceptably; then, all at
once, the Doctor called out, in a loud voice, “No, Ned, no. Drop it,
drop it!”
And then there was an utter silence, unbroken forevermore by the lips
that had uttered so many objectionable things.
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