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"
I
must
reveal
the
secret
,
"
answered
Hester
,
firmly
.
"
He
must
discern
thee
in
thy
true
character
.
What
may
be
the
result
I
know
not
.
But
this
long
debt
of
confidence
,
due
from
me
to
him
,
whose
bane
and
ruin
I
have
been
,
shall
at
length
be
paid
.
So
far
as
concerns
the
overthrow
or
preservation
of
his
fair
fame
and
his
earthly
state
,
and
perchance
his
life
,
he
is
in
my
hands
.
Nor
do
I
--
whom
the
scarlet
letter
has
disciplined
to
truth
,
though
it
be
the
truth
of
red-hot
iron
entering
into
the
soul
--
nor
do
I
perceive
such
advantage
in
his
living
any
longer
a
life
of
ghastly
emptiness
,
that
I
shall
stoop
to
implore
thy
mercy
.
Do
with
him
as
thou
wilt
!
There
is
no
good
for
him
,
no
good
for
me
,
no
good
for
thee
.
There
is
no
good
for
little
Pearl
.
There
is
no
path
to
guide
us
out
of
this
dismal
maze
.
"
"
Woman
,
I
could
well-nigh
pity
thee
,
"
said
Roger
Chillingworth
,
unable
to
restrain
a
thrill
of
admiration
too
,
for
there
was
a
quality
almost
majestic
in
the
despair
which
she
expressed
.
"
Thou
hadst
great
elements
.
Peradventure
,
hadst
thou
met
earlier
with
a
better
love
than
mine
,
this
evil
had
not
been
.
I
pity
thee
,
for
the
good
that
has
been
wasted
in
thy
nature
.
"
"
And
I
thee
,
"
answered
Hester
Prynne
,
"
for
the
hatred
that
has
transformed
a
wise
and
just
man
to
a
fiend
!
Wilt
thou
yet
purge
it
out
of
thee
,
and
be
once
more
human
?
If
not
for
his
sake
,
then
doubly
for
thine
own
!
Forgive
,
and
leave
his
further
retribution
to
the
Power
that
claims
it
!
I
said
,
but
now
,
that
there
could
be
no
good
event
for
him
,
or
thee
,
or
me
,
who
are
here
wandering
together
in
this
gloomy
maze
of
evil
,
and
stumbling
at
every
step
over
the
guilt
wherewith
we
have
strewn
our
path
.
It
is
not
so
!
There
might
be
good
for
thee
,
and
thee
alone
,
since
thou
hast
been
deeply
wronged
and
hast
it
at
thy
will
to
pardon
.
Wilt
thou
give
up
that
only
privilege
?
Wilt
thou
reject
that
priceless
benefit
?
"
"
Peace
,
Hester
--
peace
!
"
replied
the
old
man
,
with
gloomy
sternness
--
"
it
is
not
granted
me
to
pardon
.
I
have
no
such
power
as
thou
tellest
me
of
.
My
old
faith
,
long
forgotten
,
comes
back
to
me
,
and
explains
all
that
we
do
,
and
all
we
suffer
.
By
thy
first
step
awry
,
thou
didst
plant
the
germ
of
evil
;
but
since
that
moment
it
has
all
been
a
dark
necessity
Ye
that
have
wronged
me
are
not
sinful
,
save
in
a
kind
of
typical
illusion
;
neither
am
I
fiend-like
,
who
have
snatched
a
fiend
's
office
from
his
hands
.
It
is
our
fate
.
Let
the
black
flower
blossom
as
it
may
!
Now
,
go
thy
ways
,
and
deal
as
thou
wilt
with
yonder
man
.
"
He
waved
his
hand
,
and
betook
himself
again
to
his
employment
of
gathering
herbs
.
So
Roger
Chillingworth
--
a
deformed
old
figure
with
a
face
that
haunted
men
's
memories
longer
than
they
liked
--
took
leave
of
Hester
Prynne
,
and
went
stooping
away
along
the
earth
.
He
gathered
here
and
there
a
herb
,
or
grubbed
up
a
root
and
put
it
into
the
basket
on
his
arm
.
His
gray
beard
almost
touched
the
ground
as
he
crept
onward
.
Hester
gazed
after
him
a
little
while
,
looking
with
a
half
fantastic
curiosity
to
see
whether
the
tender
grass
of
early
spring
would
not
be
blighted
beneath
him
and
show
the
wavering
track
of
his
footsteps
,
sere
and
brown
,
across
its
cheerful
verdure
.
She
wondered
what
sort
of
herbs
they
were
which
the
old
man
was
so
sedulous
to
gather
.
Would
not
the
earth
,
quickened
to
an
evil
purpose
by
the
sympathy
of
his
eye
,
greet
him
with
poisonous
shrubs
of
species
hitherto
unknown
,
that
would
start
up
under
his
fingers
?
Or
might
it
suffice
him
that
every
wholesome
growth
should
be
converted
into
something
deleterious
and
malignant
at
his
touch
?
Did
the
sun
,
which
shone
so
brightly
everywhere
else
,
really
fall
upon
him
?
Or
was
there
,
as
it
rather
seemed
,
a
circle
of
ominous
shadow
moving
along
with
his
deformity
whichever
way
he
turned
himself
?
And
whither
was
he
now
going
?
Would
he
not
suddenly
sink
into
the
earth
,
leaving
a
barren
and
blasted
spot
,
where
,
in
due
course
of
time
,
would
be
seen
deadly
nightshade
,
dogwood
,
henbane
,
and
whatever
else
of
vegetable
wickedness
the
climate
could
produce
,
all
flourishing
with
hideous
luxuriance
?
Or
would
he
spread
bat
's
wings
and
flee
away
,
looking
so
much
the
uglier
the
higher
he
rose
towards
heaven
?
"
Be
it
sin
or
no
,
"
said
Hester
Prynne
,
bitterly
,
as
still
she
gazed
after
him
,
"
I
hate
the
man
!
"
She
upbraided
herself
for
the
sentiment
,
but
could
not
overcome
or
lessen
it
.
Attempting
to
do
so
,
she
thought
of
those
long-past
days
in
a
distant
land
,
when
he
used
to
emerge
at
eventide
from
the
seclusion
of
his
study
and
sit
down
in
the
firelight
of
their
home
,
and
in
the
light
of
her
nuptial
smile
.
He
needed
to
bask
himself
in
that
smile
,
he
said
,
in
order
that
the
chill
of
so
many
lonely
hours
among
his
books
might
be
taken
off
the
scholar
's
heart
.
