The world seemed new again , so much older was it grown since the night when those pale girls had clasped their hands across the bosom of the corpse . In the interval a lonely woman had passed from youth to extreme age , and was known by all the town as the `` Old Maid in the Winding-Sheet . '' A taint of insanity had affected her whole life , but so quiet , sad and gentle , so utterly free from violence , that she was suffered to pursue her harmless fantasies unmolested by the world with whose business or pleasures she had naught to do . She dwelt alone , and never came into the daylight except to follow funerals . Whenever a corpse was borne along the street , in sunshine , rain or snow , whether a pompous train of the rich and proud thronged after it or few and humble were the mourners , behind them came the lonely woman in a long white garment which the people called her shroud . She took no place among the kindred or the friends , but stood at the door to hear the funeral prayer , and walked in the rear of the procession as one whose earthly charge it was to haunt the house of mourning and be the shadow of affliction and see that the dead were duly buried . So long had this been her custom that the inhabitants of the town deemed her a part of every funeral , as much as the coffin-pall or the very corpse itself , and augured ill of the sinner 's destiny unless the Old Maid in the Winding-Sheet came gliding like a ghost behind . Once , it is said , she affrighted a bridal-party with her pale presence , appearing suddenly in the illuminated hall just as the priest was uniting a false maid to a wealthy man before her lover had been dead a year . Evil was the omen to that marriage . Sometimes she stole forth by moonlight and visited the graves of venerable integrity and wedded love and virgin innocence , and every spot where the ashes of a kind and faithful heart were mouldering . Over the hillocks of those favored dead would she stretch out her arms with a gesture as if she were scattering seeds , and many believed that she brought them from the garden of Paradise , for the graves which she had visited were green beneath the snow and covered with sweet flowers from April to November . Her blessing was better than a holy verse upon the tombstone . Thus wore away her long , sad , peaceful and fantastic life till few were so old as she , and the people of later generations wondered how the dead had ever been buried or mourners had endured their grief without the Old Maid in the Winding-Sheet . Still years went on , and still she followed funerals and was not yet summoned to her own festival of death . One afternoon the great street of the town was all alive with business and bustle , though the sun now gilded only the upper half of the church-spire , having left the housetops and loftiest trees in shadow . The scene was cheerful and animated in spite of the sombre shade between the high brick buildings . Here were pompous merchants in white wigs and laced velvet , the bronzed faces of sea-captains , the foreign garb and air of Spanish Creoles , and the disdainful port of natives of Old England , all contrasted with the rough aspect of one or two back-settlers negotiating sales of timber from forests where axe had never sounded . Sometimes a lady passed , swelling roundly forth in an embroidered petticoat , balancing her steps in high-heeled shoes and courtesying with lofty grace to the punctilious obeisances of the gentlemen . The life of the town seemed to have its very centre not far from an old mansion that stood somewhat back from the pavement , surrounded by neglected grass , with a strange air of loneliness rather deepened than dispelled by the throng so near it . Its site would have been suitably occupied by a magnificent Exchange or a brick block lettered all over with various signs , or the large house itself might have made a noble tavern with the `` King 's Arms '' swinging before it and guests in every chamber , instead of the present solitude .
But , owing to some dispute about the right XXXXX inheritance , the mansion had been long without a tenant , decaying from year to year and throwing the stately gloom of its shadow over the busiest part of the town .
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