A Strange Sympathy Betwixt Soul and Body

The reverend mister dimsdale fell into a deep slumber, sitting in his chair with a large black letter volume open before him on the table. The profound depth of the minister's repose was the more remarkable inasmuch as he was one of those persons who sleep ordinarily,. is as light, as fitful and as easily scared away to such an unwonted remoteness. However, had his spirit now withdrawn into itself that he stirred not in his chair when old roger chillingworth, without any extraordinary precaution, came into the room. He advanced directly in front of his patient, laid his hand upon his bosom and thrust aside the vestment that hitherto had