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"
I
tell
thee
,
my
soul
shivers
at
him
!
"
muttered
the
minister
again
.
"
Who
is
he
?
Who
is
he
?
Canst
thou
do
nothing
for
me
?
I
have
a
nameless
horror
of
the
man
!
"
"
Minister
,
"
said
little
Pearl
,
"
I
can
tell
thee
who
he
is
!
"
"
Quickly
,
then
,
child
!
"
said
the
minister
,
bending
his
ear
close
to
her
lips
.
"
Quickly
,
and
as
low
as
thou
canst
whisper
.
"
Pearl
mumbled
something
into
his
ear
that
sounded
,
indeed
,
like
human
language
,
but
was
only
such
gibberish
as
children
may
be
heard
amusing
themselves
with
by
the
hour
together
.
At
all
events
,
if
it
involved
any
secret
information
in
regard
to
old
Roger
Chillingworth
,
it
was
in
a
tongue
unknown
to
the
erudite
clergyman
,
and
did
but
increase
the
bewilderment
of
his
mind
.
The
elvish
child
then
laughed
aloud
.
"
Dost
thou
mock
me
now
?
"
said
the
minister
.
"
Thou
wast
not
bold
!
--
thou
wast
not
true
!
"
answered
the
child
.
"
Thou
wouldst
not
promise
to
take
my
hand
,
and
mother
's
hand
,
to-morrow
noon-tide
!
"
"
Worthy
sir
,
"
answered
the
physician
,
who
had
now
advanced
to
the
foot
of
the
platform
--
"
pious
Master
Dimmesdale
!
can
this
be
you
?
Well
,
well
,
indeed
!
We
men
of
study
,
whose
heads
are
in
our
books
,
have
need
to
be
straitly
looked
after
!
We
dream
in
our
waking
moments
,
and
walk
in
our
sleep
.
Come
,
good
sir
,
and
my
dear
friend
,
I
pray
you
let
me
lead
you
home
!
"
"
How
knewest
thou
that
I
was
here
?
"
asked
the
minister
,
fearfully
.
"
Verily
,
and
in
good
faith
,
"
answered
Roger
Chillingworth
,
"
I
knew
nothing
of
the
matter
.
I
had
spent
the
better
part
of
the
night
at
the
bedside
of
the
worshipful
Governor
Winthrop
,
doing
what
my
poor
skill
might
to
give
him
ease
.
