Posted on May 1, 2007. Filed under: Gothic, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Short Stories |
by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)
Word Count: 3208
There is a certain church in the city of New York which I have always regarded with peculiar interest, on account of a marriage there solemnized, under very singular circumstances, in my grandmother’s girlhood. That venerable lady chanced to be a spectator of the scene, and ever after made it [...]
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