He knew the tune, it was a familiar one in the choir of the ill meting house. The verse died heavily away, and was lengthened by a chorus, not of human voice, but of all the sounds of the benighted wildness, pealing in awful harmony together. Goodman Brown cried out, and his cry was lost to his own ear, by its unison with the cry of the desert.
Questions:
A.What is the title of the story from which the excerpt is taken?Who is the author?
B.Where is the protagonist now? And why did he go there?
C.What is the author's major concern in this story?
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