What, my sweet, pretty wife, dost thou doubt me already, and we but three months married?” My journey, as thou callest it, forth and back again, must needs be done 'twixt now and sunrise. “My love and my Faith,” replied young Goodman Brown, “of all nights in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee. Pray tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year.” A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts that she's afeard of herself sometimes. “Dearest heart,” whispered she, softly, and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, “prithee put off your journey until sunrise and sleep in your own bed tonight. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap while she called to Goodman Brown. YOUNG GOODMAN BROWN came forth at sunset into the street at Salem village but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife.
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