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Shortly
afterwards
,
the
like
grisly
sense
of
the
humorous
again
stole
in
among
the
solemn
phantoms
of
his
thought
.
He
felt
his
limbs
growing
stiff
with
the
unaccustomed
chilliness
of
the
night
,
and
doubted
whether
he
should
be
able
to
descend
the
steps
of
the
scaffold
.
Morning
would
break
and
find
him
there
The
neighbourhood
would
begin
to
rouse
itself
.
The
earliest
riser
,
coming
forth
in
the
dim
twilight
,
would
perceive
a
vaguely-defined
figure
aloft
on
the
place
of
shame
;
and
half-crazed
betwixt
alarm
and
curiosity
,
would
go
knocking
from
door
to
door
,
summoning
all
the
people
to
behold
the
ghost
--
as
he
needs
must
think
it
--
of
some
defunct
transgressor
.
A
dusky
tumult
would
flap
its
wings
from
one
house
to
another
.
Then
--
the
morning
light
still
waxing
stronger
--
old
patriarchs
would
rise
up
in
great
haste
,
each
in
his
flannel
gown
,
and
matronly
dames
,
without
pausing
to
put
off
their
night-gear
.
The
whole
tribe
of
decorous
personages
,
who
had
never
heretofore
been
seen
with
a
single
hair
of
their
heads
awry
,
would
start
into
public
view
with
the
disorder
of
a
nightmare
in
their
aspects
.
Old
Governor
Bellingham
would
come
grimly
forth
,
with
his
King
James
'
ruff
fastened
askew
,
and
Mistress
Hibbins
,
with
some
twigs
of
the
forest
clinging
to
her
skirts
,
and
looking
sourer
than
ever
,
as
having
hardly
got
a
wink
of
sleep
after
her
night
ride
;
and
good
Father
Wilson
too
,
after
spending
half
the
night
at
a
death-bed
,
and
liking
ill
to
be
disturbed
,
thus
early
,
out
of
his
dreams
about
the
glorified
saints
.
Hither
,
likewise
,
would
come
the
elders
and
deacons
of
Mr.
Dimmesdale
's
church
,
and
the
young
virgins
who
so
idolized
their
minister
,
and
had
made
a
shrine
for
him
in
their
white
bosoms
,
which
now
,
by-the-bye
,
in
their
hurry
and
confusion
,
they
would
scantly
have
given
themselves
time
to
cover
with
their
kerchiefs
.
All
people
,
in
a
word
,
would
come
stumbling
over
their
thresholds
,
and
turning
up
their
amazed
and
horror-stricken
visages
around
the
scaffold
.
Whom
would
they
discern
there
,
with
the
red
eastern
light
upon
his
brow
?
Whom
,
but
the
Reverend
Arthur
Dimmesdale
,
half-frozen
to
death
,
overwhelmed
with
shame
,
and
standing
where
Hester
Prynne
had
stood
!
Carried
away
by
the
grotesque
horror
of
this
picture
,
the
minister
,
unawares
,
and
to
his
own
infinite
alarm
,
burst
into
a
great
peal
of
laughter
.
It
was
immediately
responded
to
by
a
light
,
airy
,
childish
laugh
,
in
which
,
with
a
thrill
of
the
heart
--
but
he
knew
not
whether
of
exquisite
pain
,
or
pleasure
as
acute
--
he
recognised
the
tones
of
little
Pearl
.
"
Pearl
!
Little
Pearl
!
"
cried
he
,
after
a
moment
's
pause
;
then
,
suppressing
his
voice
--
"
Hester
!
Hester
Prynne
!
Are
you
there
?
"
"
Yes
;
it
is
Hester
Prynne
!
"
she
replied
,
in
a
tone
of
surprise
;
and
the
minister
heard
her
footsteps
approaching
from
the
side-walk
,
along
which
she
had
been
passing
.
"
It
is
I
,
and
my
little
Pearl
.
"
"
Whence
come
you
,
Hester
?
"
asked
the
minister
.
"
What
sent
you
hither
?
"
"
I
have
been
watching
at
a
death-bed
,
"
answered
Hester
Prynne
"
at
Governor
Winthrop
's
death-bed
,
and
have
taken
his
measure
for
a
robe
,
and
am
now
going
homeward
to
my
dwelling
.
"
"
Come
up
hither
,
Hester
,
thou
and
Little
Pearl
,
"
said
the
Reverend
Mr.
Dimmesdale
.
"
Ye
have
both
been
here
before
,
but
I
was
not
with
you
.
Come
up
hither
once
again
,
and
we
will
stand
all
three
together
.
"
She
silently
ascended
the
steps
,
and
stood
on
the
platform
,
holding
little
Pearl
by
the
hand
.
The
minister
felt
for
the
child
's
other
hand
,
and
took
it
.
The
moment
that
he
did
so
,
there
came
what
seemed
a
tumultuous
rush
of
new
life
,
other
life
than
his
own
pouring
like
a
torrent
into
his
heart
,
and
hurrying
through
all
his
veins
,
as
if
the
mother
and
the
child
were
communicating
their
vital
warmth
to
his
half-torpid
system
.
The
three
formed
an
electric
chain
.
