Title English short stories: by muneeb awan ✅

English Part-1 among the pine-trees on those three lonely hills. The lady looked up, and there was the withered woman smiling in her face. ̳Couldst thou have thought there were such merry times in a Mad House?‘ inquired the latter. ̳True, true,‘ said the lady to herself; ̳there is mirth within its walls, but misery, misery without.‘ ̳Wouldst thou hear more?‘ demanded the old woman. ̳There is one other voice I would fain listen to again,‘ replied the lady faintly. ̳Then lay down thy head speedily upon my knees, that thou may‘st get thee hence before the hour be past.‘ The golden skirts of day were yet lingering upon the hills, but deep shades obscured the hollow and the pool, as if sombre night were rising thence to overspread the world. Again that evil woman began to weave her spell. Long did it proceed unanswered, till the knolling of a bell stole in among the intervals of her words, like a clang that had travelled far over valley and rising ground, and was just ready to die in the air. The lady shook upon her companion‘s knees, as she heard that boding sound. Stronger it grew and sadder, and deepened into the tone of a death-bell, knolling dolefully from some ivy-mantled tower, and bearing tidings of mortality and woe to the cottage, to the hall, and to the solitary wayfarer, that all might weep for the doom appointed in turn to them. Then came a measured tread, passing slowly, slowly on, as of mourners with a coffin, their garments trailing on the ground, so that the ear could measure the length of their melancholy array. Before them went the priest, reading the burial-service, while the leaves of his book were rustling in the breeze. And though no voice but his was heard to speak aloud, still there were reviling and anathemas, whispered but distinct, from women and from men, breathed against the daughter who had wrung the aged hearts of her parents, – the wife who had betrayed the trusting fondness of her husband, – the mother who had sinned against natural affection, and left her child to die. The sweeping sound of the funeral train faded away like a thin vapour, and the wind, that just before had seemed to shake the coffin-pall, moaned sadly round the verge of the Hollow between three Hills. But when the old woman stirred the kneeling lady, she lifted not her head. ̳Here has been a sweet hour‘s sport!‘ said the withered crone, chuckling to herself. Summary : ―The Hollow of Three Hills" is a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne that tells the story of a young woman named Miranda who seeks the help of an old witch living in the Hollow of Three Hills. The witch, Mother Rigby, tells Miranda that she can reveal the father of her unborn child and the whereabouts of her missing husband in exchange for a lock of her hair. Miranda agrees, and Mother Rigby reveals that Miranda's husband is dead and that the father of her child is a man she had an affair with. The story ends with Miranda leaving the Hollow of Three Hills, with her fate and the fate of her unborn child left uncertain. The story is a cautionary tale about the dangers of seeking knowledge through supernatural means and the consequences of infidelity. Explanation: "The Hollow of Three Hills" is a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne that was first published in 1830. The story is set in colonial New England and tells the tale of a woman who goes to a mysterious hollow in the forest to seek help from the witches who are rumored to reside there. The protagonist, a nameless woman, is driven to desperation by her guilt over a past sin and seeks the help of the witches to absolve her of her guilt.