But, although carried along its calm and evenly flowing current, the shapes are strange and frightful: an eating lichen gnaws at the heart of each.

Not only the clergymen, but witch, maiden, judge, and Puritan, all wear Scarlet Letters of some kind burned upon their hearts.

I am fascinated and thrilled, but I feel a morbid sensitiveness creeping over me.

I--I beg your pardon." The Goblin was yawning frightfully.

"Well, perhaps we had better go." "One more, and the last," said the Goblin.
They were moving home.