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"
Minister
!
"
whispered
little
Pearl
.
"
What
wouldst
thou
say
,
child
?
"
asked
Mr.
Dimmesdale
.
"
'
Wilt
thou
stand
here
with
mother
and
me
,
to-morrow
noontide
?
"
inquired
Pearl
.
"
Nay
;
not
so
,
my
little
Pearl
,
"
answered
the
minister
;
for
,
with
the
new
energy
of
the
moment
,
all
the
dread
of
public
exposure
,
that
had
so
long
been
the
anguish
of
his
life
,
had
returned
upon
him
;
and
he
was
already
trembling
at
the
conjunction
in
which
--
with
a
strange
joy
,
nevertheless
--
he
now
found
himself
--
"
not
so
,
my
child
.
I
shall
,
indeed
,
stand
with
thy
mother
and
thee
one
other
day
,
but
not
to-morrow
.
"
Pearl
laughed
,
and
attempted
to
pull
away
her
hand
.
But
the
minister
held
it
fast
.
"
A
moment
longer
,
my
child
!
"
said
he
.
"
But
wilt
thou
promise
,
"
asked
Pearl
,
"
to
take
my
hand
,
and
mother
's
hand
,
to-morrow
noontide
?
"
"
Not
then
,
Pearl
,
"
said
the
minister
;
"
but
another
time
.
"
"
And
what
other
time
?
"
persisted
the
child
.
"
At
the
great
judgment
day
,
"
whispered
the
minister
;
and
,
strangely
enough
,
the
sense
that
he
was
a
professional
teacher
of
the
truth
impelled
him
to
answer
the
child
so
.
"
Then
,
and
there
,
before
the
judgment-seat
,
thy
mother
,
and
thou
,
and
I
must
stand
together
.
But
the
daylight
of
this
world
shall
not
see
our
meeting
!
"
