Again the peal resounds just as her hand is on the lock . `` Be quick , Nurse Toothaker ! '' cries a man on the doorstep . `` Old General Fane is taken with the gout in his stomach and has sent for you to watch by his death-bed . Make haste , for there is no time to lose . '' -- `` Fane ! Edward Fane ! And has he sent for me at last ? I am ready . I will get on my cloak and begone . So , '' adds the sable-gowned , ashen-visaged , funereal old figure , `` Edward Fane remembers his Rosebud . '' Our question is answered . There is a germ of bliss within her . Her long-hoarded constancy , her memory of the bliss that was remaining amid the gloom of her after-life like a sweet-smelling flower in a coffin , is a symbol that all may be renewed . In some happier clime the Rosebud may revive again with all the dewdrops in its bosom . THE THREEFOLD DESTINY . A FAËRY LEGEND . I have sometimes produced a singular and not unpleasing effect , so far as my own mind was concerned , by imagining a train of incidents in which the spirit and mechanism of the faëry legend should be combined with the characters and manners of familiar life . In the little tale which follows a subdued tinge of the wild and wonderful is thrown over a sketch of New England personages and scenery , yet , it is hoped , without entirely obliterating the sober hues of nature . Rather than a story of events claiming to be real , it may be considered as an allegory such as the writers of the last century would have expressed in the shape of an Eastern tale , but to which I have endeavored to give a more lifelike warmth than could be infused into those fanciful productions .
In the twilight of a summer eve a tall dark figure over which long and remote travel had XXXXX an outlandish aspect was entering a village not in `` faëry londe , '' but within our own familiar boundaries .
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