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Young Goodman Brown
Thoughtheirfiguresbrushedthesmallboughsbythewayside,itcouldnotbeseenthattheyintercepted,evenforamoment,thefaintgleamfromthestripofbrightskyathwartwhichtheymusthavepassed.GoodmanBrownalternatelycrouchedandstoodontiptoe,pullingasidethebranchesandthrustingforthhisheadasfarashedurstwithoutdiscerningsomuchasashadow.Itvexedhimthemore,becausehecouldhavesworn,weresuchathingpossible,thatherecognizedthevoicesoftheministerandDeaconGookin,joggingalongquietly,astheywerewonttodo,whenboundtosomeordinationorecclesiasticalcouncil.Whileyetwithinhearing,oneoftheridersstoppedtopluckaswitch.
"Ofthetwo,reverendsir,"saidthevoicelikethedeacon’s,"Ihadrathermissanordinationdinnerthanto-night’smeeting.TheytellmethatsomeofourcommunityaretobeherefromFalmouthandbeyond,andothersfromConnecticutandRhodeIsland,besidesseveraloftheIndianpowwows,who,aftertheirfashion,knowalmostasmuchdeviltryasthebestofus.Moreover,thereisagoodlyyoungwomantobetakenintocommunion."
"Mightywell,DeaconGookin!"repliedthesolemnoldtonesoftheminister."Spurup,orweshallbelate.Nothingcanbedone,youknow,untilIgetontheground."
Thehoofsclatteredagain;andthevoices,talkingsostrangelyintheemptyair,passedonthroughtheforest,wherenochurchhadeverbeengatheredorsolitaryChristianprayed.