The Cry of the Old Magistrates

The cry had evidently startled him. The clergymen, hearing no symptoms of disturbance, uncovered his eyes and looked about him at one of the chamber windows of governor bellingham's mansion. With a lamp in his hand, a white nightcap on his head and a long white gown enveloping his figure he looked like a ghost evokeda seasonably from the grave. At another window of the same house, moreover, appeared old mistress hibbins, the governor's sister, also with a lamp,. She thrust forth her head from the lattice and looked anxiously upward beyond the of a doubt. This venerable witch lady had heard mister dimsdale's outcry and interpreted it