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He
,
going
home
to
a
better
world
,
I
,
likewise
,
was
on
my
way
homeward
,
when
this
light
shone
out
.
Come
with
me
,
I
beseech
you
,
Reverend
sir
,
else
you
will
be
poorly
able
to
do
Sabbath
duty
to-morrow
.
Aha
!
see
now
how
they
trouble
the
brain
--
these
books
!
--
these
books
!
You
should
study
less
,
good
sir
,
and
take
a
little
pastime
,
or
these
night
whimsies
will
grow
upon
you
.
"
"
I
will
go
home
with
you
,
"
said
Mr.
Dimmesdale
.
With
a
chill
despondency
,
like
one
awakening
,
all
nerveless
,
from
an
ugly
dream
,
he
yielded
himself
to
the
physician
,
and
was
led
away
.
The
next
day
,
however
,
being
the
Sabbath
,
he
preached
a
discourse
which
was
held
to
be
the
richest
and
most
powerful
,
and
the
most
replete
with
heavenly
influences
,
that
had
ever
proceeded
from
his
lips
.
Souls
,
it
is
said
,
more
souls
than
one
,
were
brought
to
the
truth
by
the
efficacy
of
that
sermon
,
and
vowed
within
themselves
to
cherish
a
holy
gratitude
towards
Mr.
Dimmesdale
throughout
the
long
hereafter
.
But
as
he
came
down
the
pulpit
steps
,
the
grey-bearded
sexton
met
him
,
holding
up
a
black
glove
,
which
the
minister
recognised
as
his
own
.
"
It
was
found
,
"
said
the
Sexton
,
"
this
morning
on
the
scaffold
where
evil-doers
are
set
up
to
public
shame
.
Satan
dropped
it
there
,
I
take
it
,
intending
a
scurrilous
jest
against
your
reverence
.
But
,
indeed
,
he
was
blind
and
foolish
,
as
he
ever
and
always
is
A
pure
hand
needs
no
glove
to
cover
it
!
"
"
Thank
you
,
my
good
friend
,
"
said
the
minister
,
gravely
,
but
startled
at
heart
;
for
so
confused
was
his
remembrance
,
that
he
had
almost
brought
himself
to
look
at
the
events
of
the
past
night
as
visionary
.
"
Yes
,
it
seems
to
be
my
glove
,
indeed
!
"
"
And
,
since
Satan
saw
fit
to
steal
it
,
your
reverence
must
needs
handle
him
without
gloves
henceforward
,
"
remarked
the
old
sexton
,
grimly
smiling
.
"
But
did
your
reverence
hear
of
the
portent
that
was
seen
last
night
?
a
great
red
letter
in
the
sky
--
the
letter
A
,
which
we
interpret
to
stand
for
Angel
.
For
,
as
our
good
Governor
Winthrop
was
made
an
angel
this
past
night
,
it
was
doubtless
held
fit
that
there
should
be
some
notice
thereof
!
"
"
No
,
"
answered
the
minister
;
"
I
had
not
heard
of
it
.
"
