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Ann Hutchinson answered Hester Art thou Arthur Dimmesdale aspect beauty beheld beneath bosom breast brook brought cerns character child clergyman cried Custom-House dark deep Dimmes Dimmesdale's Dost thou earth earthly England evil eyes face fancy father felt forest gaze gleam Governor Bellingham grave gray guilty hand hath head heart heaven Hester Prynne hither human ignominy imagine impulse infant intel kind King's Chapel knew laughed light likewise little Pearl look magistrates man's market-place mind minister minister's Mistress Hibbins moral murmur nature never Old Manse old Roger Chillingworth once pale passed passion physician pillory poor Prynne's Puritan Reverend Roger Chilling scaffold scarlet letter scene secret seemed seen shadow shame smile solemn sorrow soul speak spect spirit step stood strange sunshine sympathy thee thou hast thought tion token torture town tremulous truth venerable voice whispered wild Wilt thou woman yonder young
Page 193 - My old faith, long forgotten, comes back to me, and explains all that we do, and all we suffer. By thy first step awry thou didst plant the germ of evil ; but since that moment, it has all been a dark necessity. Ye that have wronged me are not sinful, save in a kind of typical illusion ; neither am I fiend-like, who have snatched a fiend's office from his hands. It is our fate. Let the black flower blossom as it may I Now go thy ways, and deal as thou wilt with yonder man.
Page 238 - No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
Page 44 - This warmer light mingles itself with the cold spirituality of the moonbeams, and communicates, as it were, a heart and sensibilities of human tenderness to the forms which fancy summons up. It converts them from snow-images into men and women.
Page 8 - Some authors, indeed, do far more than this, and indulge themselves in such confidential depths of revelation as could fittingly be addressed, only and exclusively, to the one heart and mind of perfect sympathy; as if the printed book, thrown at large on the wide world, were certain to find out the divided segment of the writer's own nature, and complete his circle of existence by bringing him into communion with it.
Page 45 - A better book than I shall ever write was there ; leaf after leaf presenting itself to me, just as it was written out by the reality of the flitting hour, and vanishing as fast as written, only because my brain wanted the insight and my hand the cunning to transcribe it.
Page 94 - Women derive a pleasure, incomprehensible to the other sex, from the delicate toil of the needle. To Hester Prynne it might have been a mode of expressing and therefore soothing, the passion of her life.
Page 280 - Thanks be to Him who hath led me hither ! " answered the minister. Yet he trembled, and turned to Hester with an expression of doubt and anxiety in his eyes, not the-less evidently betrayed, that there was a feeble smile upon his lips. " Is not this better," murmured he, " than what we dreamed of in the forest ?
Page 215 - I did know it ! Was not the secret told me, in the natural recoil of my heart, at the first sight of him, and as often as I have seen him since ? Why did I not understand...
Page 191 - Dost thou remember me, Hester, as I was nine years agone ? Even then, I was in the autumn of my days, nor was it the early autumn. But all my life had been made up of earnest, studious, thoughtful, quiet years, bestowed faithfully for the increase of mine own knowledge, and faithfully, too, though this latter object was but casual to the other — faithfully for the advancement of human welfare.