The house of the seven gables . f-derisory purport of which was a puzzle toher. Are we so very poor, Hepzibah ? said he. Pinally, his chair being deep and softly cushioned, Clif-ford fell asleep. Hearing the more regular rise and fallof his breath (which, however, even then, instead ofbeing strong and full, had a feeble kind of tremor, corre-sponding with the lack of vigor in his character), — hear-ing these tokens of settled slumber, Hepzibah seized theopportunity to peruse his face more attentively than she THE GUEST. 133 had yet dared to do. Her heart melted away in tears;her profoundest sp
The house of the seven gables . f-derisory purport of which was a puzzle toher. Are we so very poor, Hepzibah ? said he. Pinally, his chair being deep and softly cushioned, Clif-ford fell asleep. Hearing the more regular rise and fallof his breath (which, however, even then, instead ofbeing strong and full, had a feeble kind of tremor, corre-sponding with the lack of vigor in his character), — hear-ing these tokens of settled slumber, Hepzibah seized theopportunity to peruse his face more attentively than she THE GUEST. 133 had yet dared to do. Her heart melted away in tears;her profoundest spiiit sent forth a moaning voice, low,gentle, but inexpressibly sad. In this depth of grief andpity, she felt that there was no irreverence in gazing athis altered, aged, faded, ruined face. But no sooner wasshe a little relieved than her conscience smote her forgazing curiously at him, now that he was so changed;and, turning hastily away, Hepzibah let down the cur-tain over the sunny window, and left Clifford to VIII. THE PYNCHEON OF TO-DAY.
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