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"
What
see
you
in
my
face
,
"
asked
the
physician
,
"
that
you
look
at
it
so
earnestly
?
"
"
Something
that
would
make
me
weep
,
if
there
were
any
tears
bitter
enough
for
it
,
"
answered
she
.
"
But
let
it
pass
!
It
is
of
yonder
miserable
man
that
I
would
speak
.
"
"
And
what
of
him
?
"
cried
Roger
Chillingworth
,
eagerly
,
as
if
he
loved
the
topic
,
and
were
glad
of
an
opportunity
to
discuss
it
with
the
only
person
of
whom
he
could
make
a
confidant
.
"
Not
to
hide
the
truth
,
Mistress
Hester
,
my
thoughts
happen
just
now
to
be
busy
with
the
gentleman
.
So
speak
freely
and
I
will
make
answer
.
"
"
When
we
last
spake
together
,
"
said
Hester
,
"
now
seven
years
ago
,
it
was
your
pleasure
to
extort
a
promise
of
secrecy
as
touching
the
former
relation
betwixt
yourself
and
me
.
As
the
life
and
good
fame
of
yonder
man
were
in
your
hands
there
seemed
no
choice
to
me
,
save
to
be
silent
in
accordance
with
your
behest
.
Yet
it
was
not
without
heavy
misgivings
that
I
thus
bound
myself
,
for
,
having
cast
off
all
duty
towards
other
human
beings
,
there
remained
a
duty
towards
him
,
and
something
whispered
me
that
I
was
betraying
it
in
pledging
myself
to
keep
your
counsel
.
Since
that
day
no
man
is
so
near
to
him
as
you
.
You
tread
behind
his
every
footstep
.
You
are
beside
him
,
sleeping
and
waking
.
You
search
his
thoughts
.
You
burrow
and
rankle
in
his
heart
!
Your
clutch
is
on
his
life
,
and
you
cause
him
to
die
daily
a
living
death
,
and
still
he
knows
you
not
.
In
permitting
this
I
have
surely
acted
a
false
part
by
the
only
man
to
whom
the
power
was
left
me
to
be
true
!
"
"
What
choice
had
you
?
"
asked
Roger
Chillingworth
.
"
My
finger
,
pointed
at
this
man
,
would
have
hurled
him
from
his
pulpit
into
a
dungeon
,
thence
,
peradventure
,
to
the
gallows
!
"
"
It
had
been
better
so
!
"
said
Hester
Prynne
.
"
What
evil
have
I
done
the
man
?
"
asked
Roger
Chillingworth
again
.
"
I
tell
thee
,
Hester
Prynne
,
the
richest
fee
that
ever
physician
earned
from
monarch
could
not
have
bought
such
care
as
I
have
wasted
on
this
miserable
priest
!
But
for
my
aid
his
life
would
have
burned
away
in
torments
within
the
first
two
years
after
the
perpetration
of
his
crime
and
thine
.
For
,
Hester
,
his
spirit
lacked
the
strength
that
could
have
borne
up
,
as
thine
has
,
beneath
a
burden
like
thy
scarlet
letter
.
Oh
,
I
could
reveal
a
goodly
secret
!
But
enough
.
What
art
can
do
,
I
have
exhausted
on
him
.
That
he
now
breathes
and
creeps
about
on
earth
is
owing
all
to
me
!
"
"
Better
he
had
died
at
once
!
"
said
Hester
Prynne
.
"
Yea
,
woman
,
thou
sayest
truly
!
"
cried
old
Roger
Chillingworth
,
letting
the
lurid
fire
of
his
heart
blaze
out
before
her
eyes
.
"
Better
had
he
died
at
once
!
Never
did
mortal
suffer
what
this
man
has
suffered
.
And
all
,
all
,
in
the
sight
of
his
worst
enemy
!
He
has
been
conscious
of
me
.
He
has
felt
an
influence
dwelling
always
upon
him
like
a
curse
.
He
knew
,
by
some
spiritual
sense
--
for
the
Creator
never
made
another
being
so
sensitive
as
this
--
he
knew
that
no
friendly
hand
was
pulling
at
his
heartstrings
,
and
that
an
eye
was
looking
curiously
into
him
,
which
sought
only
evil
,
and
found
it
.
But
he
knew
not
that
the
eye
and
hand
were
mine
!
With
the
superstition
common
to
his
brotherhood
,
he
fancied
himself
given
over
to
a
fiend
,
to
be
tortured
with
frightful
dreams
and
desperate
thoughts
,
the
sting
of
remorse
and
despair
of
pardon
,
as
a
foretaste
of
what
awaits
him
beyond
the
grave
.
But
it
was
the
constant
shadow
of
my
presence
,
the
closest
propinquity
of
the
man
whom
he
had
most
vilely
wronged
,
and
who
had
grown
to
exist
only
by
this
perpetual
poison
of
the
direst
revenge
!
Yea
,
indeed
,
he
did
not
err
,
there
was
a
fiend
at
his
elbow
!
A
mortal
man
,
with
once
a
human
heart
,
has
become
a
fiend
for
his
especial
torment
.
"
