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9201	Hawthorne, Nathaniel	Sunday at Home (From "Twice Told Tales")			.txt	text/plain	2558	138	80	Every Sabbath morning in the summer time I thrust back the curtain, to are slowly passing to their home, the steeple has a melancholy voice to what a moral loneliness, on week-days, broods round about its stately eternity, until the holy day comes round again, to let them forth. But, on the Sabbath, I watch the earliest sunshine, and fancy that a I love to spend such pleasant Sabbaths, from morning till night, behind near the church as to be visited by the circling shadow of the steeple, length, he comes,--a man of kindly, but sombre aspect, in dark gray step, quite out of hearing of the good man's voice, unless he be indeed behind the steeple, and throws its shadow straight across the street, so six days more, there will be no face of man in the pews, and aisles, and sunshine of the Sabbath morn!	./cache/9201.txt	./txt/9201.txt