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Old
Roger
Chillingworth
,
throughout
life
,
had
been
calm
in
temperament
,
kindly
,
though
not
of
warm
affections
,
but
ever
,
and
in
all
his
relations
with
the
world
,
a
pure
and
upright
man
.
He
had
begun
an
investigation
,
as
he
imagined
,
with
the
severe
and
equal
integrity
of
a
judge
,
desirous
only
of
truth
,
even
as
if
the
question
involved
no
more
than
the
air-drawn
lines
and
figures
of
a
geometrical
problem
,
instead
of
human
passions
,
and
wrongs
inflicted
on
himself
.
But
,
as
he
proceeded
,
a
terrible
fascination
,
a
kind
of
fierce
,
though
still
calm
,
necessity
,
seized
the
old
man
within
its
gripe
,
and
never
set
him
free
again
until
he
had
done
all
its
bidding
.
He
now
dug
into
the
poor
clergyman
's
heart
,
like
a
miner
searching
for
gold
;
or
,
rather
,
like
a
sexton
delving
into
a
grave
,
possibly
in
quest
of
a
jewel
that
had
been
buried
on
the
dead
man
's
bosom
,
but
likely
to
find
nothing
save
mortality
and
corruption
.
Alas
,
for
his
own
soul
,
if
these
were
what
he
sought
!
Sometimes
a
light
glimmered
out
of
the
physician
's
eyes
,
burning
blue
and
ominous
,
like
the
reflection
of
a
furnace
,
or
,
let
us
say
,
like
one
of
those
gleams
of
ghastly
fire
that
darted
from
Bunyan
's
awful
doorway
in
the
hillside
,
and
quivered
on
the
pilgrim
's
face
.
The
soil
where
this
dark
miner
was
working
had
perchance
shown
indications
that
encouraged
him
.
"
This
man
,
"
said
he
,
at
one
such
moment
,
to
himself
,
"
pure
as
they
deem
him
--
all
spiritual
as
he
seems
--
hath
inherited
a
strong
animal
nature
from
his
father
or
his
mother
.
Let
us
dig
a
little
further
in
the
direction
of
this
vein
!
"
Then
after
long
search
into
the
minister
's
dim
interior
,
and
turning
over
many
precious
materials
,
in
the
shape
of
high
aspirations
for
the
welfare
of
his
race
,
warm
love
of
souls
,
pure
sentiments
,
natural
piety
,
strengthened
by
thought
and
study
,
and
illuminated
by
revelation
--
all
of
which
invaluable
gold
was
perhaps
no
better
than
rubbish
to
the
seeker
--
he
would
turn
back
,
discouraged
,
and
begin
his
quest
towards
another
point
.
He
groped
along
as
stealthily
,
with
as
cautious
a
tread
,
and
as
wary
an
outlook
,
as
a
thief
entering
a
chamber
where
a
man
lies
only
half
asleep
--
or
,
it
may
be
,
broad
awake
--
with
purpose
to
steal
the
very
treasure
which
this
man
guards
as
the
apple
of
his
eye
.
In
spite
of
his
premeditated
carefulness
,
the
floor
would
now
and
then
creak
;
his
garments
would
rustle
;
the
shadow
of
his
presence
,
in
a
forbidden
proximity
,
would
be
thrown
across
his
victim
.
In
other
words
,
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
whose
sensibility
of
nerve
often
produced
the
effect
of
spiritual
intuition
,
would
become
vaguely
aware
that
something
inimical
to
his
peace
had
thrust
itself
into
relation
with
him
.
But
Old
Roger
Chillingworth
,
too
,
had
perceptions
that
were
almost
intuitive
;
and
when
the
minister
threw
his
startled
eyes
towards
him
,
there
the
physician
sat
;
his
kind
,
watchful
,
sympathising
,
but
never
intrusive
friend
.
Yet
Mr.
Dimmesdale
would
perhaps
have
seen
this
individual
's
character
more
perfectly
,
if
a
certain
morbidness
,
to
which
sick
hearts
are
liable
,
had
not
rendered
him
suspicious
of
all
mankind
.
Trusting
no
man
as
his
friend
,
he
could
not
recognize
his
enemy
when
the
latter
actually
appeared
.
He
therefore
still
kept
up
a
familiar
intercourse
with
him
,
daily
receiving
the
old
physician
in
his
study
,
or
visiting
the
laboratory
,
and
,
for
recreation
's
sake
,
watching
the
processes
by
which
weeds
were
converted
into
drugs
of
potency
.
One
day
,
leaning
his
forehead
on
his
hand
,
and
his
elbow
on
the
sill
of
the
open
window
,
that
looked
towards
the
grave-yard
,
he
talked
with
Roger
Chillingworth
,
while
the
old
man
was
examining
a
bundle
of
unsightly
plants
.
"
Where
,
"
asked
he
,
with
a
look
askance
at
them
--
for
it
was
the
clergyman
's
peculiarity
that
he
seldom
,
now-a-days
,
looked
straight
forth
at
any
object
,
whether
human
or
inanimate
,
"
where
,
my
kind
doctor
,
did
you
gather
those
herbs
,
with
such
a
dark
,
flabby
leaf
?
"
"
Even
in
the
graveyard
here
at
hand
,
"
answered
the
physician
,
continuing
his
employment
.
"
They
are
new
to
me
.
I
found
them
growing
on
a
grave
,
which
bore
no
tombstone
,
no
other
memorial
of
the
dead
man
,
save
these
ugly
weeds
,
that
have
taken
upon
themselves
to
keep
him
in
remembrance
.
They
grew
out
of
his
heart
,
and
typify
,
it
may
be
,
some
hideous
secret
that
was
buried
with
him
,
and
which
he
had
done
better
to
confess
during
his
lifetime
.
"
