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Their
love
for
man
,
their
zeal
for
God
's
service
--
these
holy
impulses
may
or
may
not
coexist
in
their
hearts
with
the
evil
inmates
to
which
their
guilt
has
unbarred
the
door
,
and
which
must
needs
propagate
a
hellish
breed
within
them
.
But
,
if
they
seek
to
glorify
God
,
let
them
not
lift
heavenward
their
unclean
hands
!
If
they
would
serve
their
fellowmen
,
let
them
do
it
by
making
manifest
the
power
and
reality
of
conscience
,
in
constraining
them
to
penitential
self-abasement
!
Would
thou
have
me
to
believe
,
O
wise
and
pious
friend
,
that
a
false
show
can
be
better
--
can
be
more
for
God
's
glory
,
or
man
'
welfare
--
than
God
's
own
truth
?
Trust
me
,
such
men
deceive
themselves
!
"
"
It
may
be
so
,
"
said
the
young
clergyman
,
indifferently
,
as
waiving
a
discussion
that
he
considered
irrelevant
or
unseasonable
.
He
had
a
ready
faculty
,
indeed
,
of
escaping
from
any
topic
that
agitated
his
too
sensitive
and
nervous
temperament
.
--
"
But
,
now
,
I
would
ask
of
my
well-skilled
physician
,
whether
,
in
good
sooth
,
he
deems
me
to
have
profited
by
his
kindly
care
of
this
weak
frame
of
mine
?
"
Before
Roger
Chillingworth
could
answer
,
they
heard
the
clear
,
wild
laughter
of
a
young
child
's
voice
,
proceeding
from
the
adjacent
burial-ground
.
Looking
instinctively
from
the
open
window
--
for
it
was
summer-time
--
the
minister
beheld
Hester
Prynne
and
little
Pearl
passing
along
the
footpath
that
traversed
the
enclosure
.
Pearl
looked
as
beautiful
as
the
day
,
but
was
in
one
of
those
moods
of
perverse
merriment
which
,
whenever
they
occurred
,
seemed
to
remove
her
entirely
out
of
the
sphere
of
sympathy
or
human
contact
.
She
now
skipped
irreverently
from
one
grave
to
another
;
until
coming
to
the
broad
,
flat
,
armorial
tombstone
of
a
departed
worthy
--
perhaps
of
Isaac
Johnson
himself
--
she
began
to
dance
upon
it
.
In
reply
to
her
mother
's
command
and
entreaty
that
she
would
behave
more
decorously
,
little
Pearl
paused
to
gather
the
prickly
burrs
from
a
tall
burdock
which
grew
beside
the
tomb
.
Taking
a
handful
of
these
,
she
arranged
them
along
the
lines
of
the
scarlet
letter
that
decorated
the
maternal
bosom
,
to
which
the
burrs
,
as
their
nature
was
,
tenaciously
adhered
.
Hester
did
not
pluck
them
off
.
Roger
Chillingworth
had
by
this
time
approached
the
window
and
smiled
grimly
down
.
"
There
is
no
law
,
nor
reverence
for
authority
,
no
regard
for
human
ordinances
or
opinions
,
right
or
wrong
,
mixed
up
with
that
child
's
composition
,
"
remarked
he
,
as
much
to
himself
as
to
his
companion
.
"
I
saw
her
,
the
other
day
,
bespatter
the
Governor
himself
with
water
at
the
cattle-trough
in
Spring
Lane
.
What
,
in
heaven
's
name
,
is
she
?
Is
the
imp
altogether
evil
?
Hath
she
affections
?
Hath
she
any
discoverable
principle
of
being
?
"
"
None
,
save
the
freedom
of
a
broken
law
,
"
answered
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
in
a
quiet
way
,
as
if
he
had
been
discussing
the
point
within
himself
,
"
Whether
capable
of
good
,
I
know
not
.
"
The
child
probably
overheard
their
voices
,
for
,
looking
up
to
the
window
with
a
bright
,
but
naughty
smile
of
mirth
and
intelligence
,
she
threw
one
of
the
prickly
burrs
at
the
Rev.
Mr.
Dimmesdale
.
The
sensitive
clergyman
shrank
,
with
nervous
dread
,
from
the
light
missile
.
Detecting
his
emotion
,
Pearl
clapped
her
little
hands
in
the
most
extravagant
ecstacy
.
Hester
Prynne
,
likewise
,
had
involuntarily
looked
up
,
and
all
these
four
persons
,
old
and
young
,
regarded
one
another
in
silence
,
till
the
child
laughed
aloud
,
and
shouted
--
"
Come
away
,
mother
!
Come
away
,
or
yonder
old
black
man
will
catch
you
!
He
hath
got
hold
of
the
minister
already
.
Come
away
,
mother
or
he
will
catch
you
!
But
he
can
not
catch
little
Pearl
!
"
So
she
drew
her
mother
away
,
skipping
,
dancing
,
and
frisking
fantastically
among
the
hillocks
of
the
dead
people
,
like
a
creature
that
had
nothing
in
common
with
a
bygone
and
buried
generation
,
nor
owned
herself
akin
to
it
.
It
was
as
if
she
had
been
made
afresh
out
of
new
elements
,
and
must
perforce
be
permitted
to
live
her
own
life
,
and
be
a
law
unto
herself
without
her
eccentricities
being
reckoned
to
her
for
a
crime
.
"
There
goes
a
woman
,
"
resumed
Roger
Chillingworth
,
after
a
pause
,
"
who
,
be
her
demerits
what
they
may
,
hath
none
of
that
mystery
of
hidden
sinfulness
which
you
deem
so
grievous
to
be
borne
.
Is
Hester
Prynne
the
less
miserable
,
think
you
,
for
that
scarlet
letter
on
her
breast
?
"
