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He
was
small
in
stature
,
with
a
furrowed
visage
,
which
as
yet
could
hardly
be
termed
aged
.
There
was
a
remarkable
intelligence
in
his
features
,
as
of
a
person
who
had
so
cultivated
his
mental
part
that
it
could
not
fail
to
mould
the
physical
to
itself
and
become
manifest
by
unmistakable
tokens
.
Although
,
by
a
seemingly
careless
arrangement
of
his
heterogeneous
garb
,
he
had
endeavoured
to
conceal
or
abate
the
peculiarity
,
it
was
sufficiently
evident
to
Hester
Prynne
that
one
of
this
man
's
shoulders
rose
higher
than
the
other
.
Again
,
at
the
first
instant
of
perceiving
that
thin
visage
,
and
the
slight
deformity
of
the
figure
,
she
pressed
her
infant
to
her
bosom
with
so
convulsive
a
force
that
the
poor
babe
uttered
another
cry
of
pain
.
But
the
mother
did
not
seem
to
hear
it
,
At
his
arrival
in
the
market-place
,
and
some
time
before
she
saw
him
,
the
stranger
had
bent
his
eyes
on
Hester
Prynne
.
It
was
carelessly
at
first
,
like
a
man
chiefly
accustomed
to
look
inward
,
and
to
whom
external
matters
are
of
little
value
and
import
,
unless
they
bear
relation
to
something
within
his
mind
.
Very
soon
,
however
,
his
look
became
keen
and
penetrative
.
A
writhing
horror
twisted
itself
across
his
features
,
like
a
snake
gliding
swiftly
over
them
,
and
making
one
little
pause
,
with
all
its
wreathed
intervolutions
in
open
sight
.
His
face
darkened
with
some
powerful
emotion
,
which
,
nevertheless
,
he
so
instantaneously
controlled
by
an
effort
of
his
will
,
that
,
save
at
a
single
moment
,
its
expression
might
have
passed
for
calmness
.
After
a
brief
space
,
the
convulsion
grew
almost
imperceptible
,
and
finally
subsided
into
the
depths
of
his
nature
.
When
he
found
the
eyes
of
Hester
Prynne
fastened
on
his
own
,
and
saw
that
she
appeared
to
recognize
him
,
he
slowly
and
calmly
raised
his
finger
,
made
a
gesture
with
it
in
the
air
,
and
laid
it
on
his
lips
.
Then
touching
the
shoulder
of
a
townsman
who
stood
near
to
him
,
he
addressed
him
in
a
formal
and
courteous
manner
:
"
I
pray
you
,
good
Sir
,
"
said
he
,
"
who
is
this
woman
?
--
and
wherefore
is
she
here
set
up
to
public
shame
?
"
"
You
must
needs
be
a
stranger
in
this
region
,
friend
,
"
answered
the
townsman
,
looking
curiously
at
the
questioner
and
his
savage
companion
,
"
else
you
would
surely
have
heard
of
Mistress
Hester
Prynne
and
her
evil
doings
.
She
hath
raised
a
great
scandal
,
I
promise
you
,
in
godly
Master
Dimmesdale
's
church
.
"
"
You
say
truly
,
"
replied
the
other
;
"
I
am
a
stranger
,
and
have
been
a
wanderer
,
sorely
against
my
will
.
I
have
met
with
grievous
mishaps
by
sea
and
land
,
and
have
been
long
held
in
bonds
among
the
heathen-folk
to
the
southward
;
and
am
now
brought
hither
by
this
Indian
to
be
redeemed
out
of
my
captivity
.
Will
it
please
you
,
therefore
,
to
tell
me
of
Hester
Prynne
's
--
have
I
her
name
rightly
?
--
of
this
woman
's
offences
,
and
what
has
brought
her
to
yonder
scaffold
?
"
"
Truly
,
friend
;
and
methinks
it
must
gladden
your
heart
,
after
your
troubles
and
sojourn
in
the
wilderness
,
"
said
the
townsman
,
"
to
find
yourself
at
length
in
a
land
where
iniquity
is
searched
out
and
punished
in
the
sight
of
rulers
and
people
,
as
here
in
our
godly
New
England
.
Yonder
woman
,
Sir
,
you
must
know
,
was
the
wife
of
a
certain
learned
man
,
English
by
birth
,
but
who
had
long
ago
dwelt
in
Amsterdam
,
whence
some
good
time
agone
he
was
minded
to
cross
over
and
cast
in
his
lot
with
us
of
the
Massachusetts
.
To
this
purpose
he
sent
his
wife
before
him
,
remaining
himself
to
look
after
some
necessary
affairs
.
Marry
,
good
Sir
,
in
some
two
years
,
or
less
,
that
the
woman
has
been
a
dweller
here
in
Boston
,
no
tidings
have
come
of
this
learned
gentleman
,
Master
Prynne
;
and
his
young
wife
,
look
you
,
being
left
to
her
own
misguidance
--
"
"
Ah
!
--
aha
!
--
I
conceive
you
,
"
said
the
stranger
with
a
bitter
smile
.
"
So
learned
a
man
as
you
speak
of
should
have
learned
this
too
in
his
books
.
And
who
,
by
your
favour
,
Sir
,
may
be
the
father
of
yonder
babe
--
it
is
some
three
or
four
months
old
,
I
should
judge
--
which
Mistress
Prynne
is
holding
in
her
arms
?
"
