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Hester
bade
little
Pearl
run
down
to
the
margin
of
the
water
,
and
play
with
the
shells
and
tangled
sea-weed
,
until
she
should
have
talked
awhile
with
yonder
gatherer
of
herbs
.
So
the
child
flew
away
like
a
bird
,
and
,
making
bare
her
small
white
feet
went
pattering
along
the
moist
margin
of
the
sea
.
Here
and
there
she
came
to
a
full
stop
,
ad
peeped
curiously
into
a
pool
,
left
by
the
retiring
tide
as
a
mirror
for
Pearl
to
see
her
face
in
.
Forth
peeped
at
her
,
out
of
the
pool
,
with
dark
,
glistening
curls
around
her
head
,
and
an
elf-smile
in
her
eyes
,
the
image
of
a
little
maid
whom
Pearl
,
having
no
other
playmate
,
invited
to
take
her
hand
and
run
a
race
with
her
.
But
the
visionary
little
maid
on
her
part
,
beckoned
likewise
,
as
if
to
say
--
"
This
is
a
better
place
;
come
thou
into
the
pool
.
"
And
Pearl
,
stepping
in
mid-leg
deep
,
beheld
her
own
white
feet
at
the
bottom
;
while
,
out
of
a
still
lower
depth
,
came
the
gleam
of
a
kind
of
fragmentary
smile
,
floating
to
and
fro
in
the
agitated
water
.
Meanwhile
her
mother
had
accosted
the
physician
.
"
I
would
speak
a
word
with
you
,
"
said
she
--
"
a
word
that
concerns
us
much
.
"
"
Aha
!
and
is
it
Mistress
Hester
that
has
a
word
for
old
Roger
Chillingworth
?
"
answered
he
,
raising
himself
from
his
stooping
posture
.
"
With
all
my
heart
!
Why
,
mistress
,
I
hear
good
tidings
of
you
on
all
hands
!
No
longer
ago
than
yester-eve
,
a
magistrate
,
a
wise
and
godly
man
,
was
discoursing
of
your
affairs
,
Mistress
Hester
,
and
whispered
me
that
there
had
been
question
concerning
you
in
the
council
.
It
was
debated
whether
or
no
,
with
safety
to
the
commonweal
,
yonder
scarlet
letter
might
be
taken
off
your
bosom
.
On
my
life
,
Hester
,
I
made
my
intreaty
to
the
worshipful
magistrate
that
it
might
be
done
forthwith
.
"
"
It
lies
not
in
the
pleasure
of
the
magistrates
to
take
off
the
badge
,
"
calmly
replied
Hester
.
"
Were
I
worthy
to
be
quit
of
it
,
it
would
fall
away
of
its
own
nature
,
or
be
transformed
into
something
that
should
speak
a
different
purport
.
"
"
Nay
,
then
,
wear
it
,
if
it
suit
you
better
,
"
rejoined
he
,
"
A
woman
must
needs
follow
her
own
fancy
touching
the
adornment
of
her
person
.
The
letter
is
gaily
embroidered
,
and
shows
right
bravely
on
your
bosom
!
"
All
this
while
Hester
had
been
looking
steadily
at
the
old
man
,
and
was
shocked
,
as
well
as
wonder-smitten
,
to
discern
what
a
change
had
been
wrought
upon
him
within
the
past
seven
years
.
It
was
not
so
much
that
he
had
grown
older
;
for
though
the
traces
of
advancing
life
were
visible
he
bore
his
age
well
,
and
seemed
to
retain
a
wiry
vigour
and
alertness
.
But
the
former
aspect
of
an
intellectual
and
studious
man
,
calm
and
quiet
,
which
was
what
she
best
remembered
in
him
,
had
altogether
vanished
,
and
been
succeeded
by
a
eager
,
searching
,
almost
fierce
,
yet
carefully
guarded
look
.
It
seemed
to
be
his
wish
and
purpose
to
mask
this
expression
with
a
smile
,
but
the
latter
played
him
false
,
and
flickered
over
his
visage
so
derisively
that
the
spectator
could
see
his
blackness
all
the
better
for
it
.
Ever
and
anon
,
too
,
there
came
a
glare
of
red
light
out
of
his
eyes
,
as
if
the
old
man
's
soul
were
on
fire
and
kept
on
smouldering
duskily
within
his
breast
,
until
by
some
casual
puff
of
passion
it
was
blown
into
a
momentary
flame
.
This
he
repressed
as
speedily
as
possible
,
and
strove
to
look
as
if
nothing
of
the
kind
had
happened
.
In
a
word
,
old
Roger
Chillingworth
was
a
striking
evidence
of
man
's
faculty
of
transforming
himself
into
a
devil
,
if
he
will
only
,
for
a
reasonable
space
of
time
,
undertake
a
devil
's
office
.
This
unhappy
person
had
effected
such
a
transformation
by
devoting
himself
for
seven
years
to
the
constant
analysis
of
a
heart
full
of
torture
,
and
deriving
his
enjoyment
thence
,
and
adding
fuel
to
those
fiery
tortures
which
he
analysed
and
gloated
over
.
The
scarlet
letter
burned
on
Hester
Prynne
's
bosom
.
Here
was
another
ruin
,
the
responsibility
of
which
came
partly
home
to
her
.
