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"
Mother
,
"
said
little
Pearl
,
"
the
sunshine
does
not
love
you
.
It
runs
away
and
hides
itself
,
because
it
is
afraid
of
something
on
your
bosom
.
Now
,
see
!
There
it
is
,
playing
a
good
way
off
.
Stand
you
here
,
and
let
me
run
and
catch
it
.
I
am
but
a
child
.
It
will
not
flee
from
me
--
for
I
wear
nothing
on
my
bosom
yet
!
"
"
Nor
ever
will
,
my
child
,
I
hope
,
"
said
Hester
.
"
And
why
not
,
mother
?
"
asked
Pearl
,
stopping
short
,
just
at
the
beginning
of
her
race
.
"
Will
not
it
come
of
its
own
accord
when
I
am
a
woman
grown
?
"
"
Run
away
,
child
,
"
answered
her
mother
,
"
and
catch
the
sunshine
.
It
will
soon
be
gone
"
Pearl
set
forth
at
a
great
pace
,
and
as
Hester
smiled
to
perceive
,
did
actually
catch
the
sunshine
,
and
stood
laughing
in
the
midst
of
it
,
all
brightened
by
its
splendour
,
and
scintillating
with
the
vivacity
excited
by
rapid
motion
.
The
light
lingered
about
the
lonely
child
,
as
if
glad
of
such
a
playmate
,
until
her
mother
had
drawn
almost
nigh
enough
to
step
into
the
magic
circle
too
.
"
It
will
go
now
,
"
said
Pearl
,
shaking
her
head
.
"
See
!
"
answered
Hester
,
smiling
;
"
now
I
can
stretch
out
my
hand
and
grasp
some
of
it
.
"
As
she
attempted
to
do
so
,
the
sunshine
vanished
;
or
,
to
judge
from
the
bright
expression
that
was
dancing
on
Pearl
's
features
,
her
mother
could
have
fancied
that
the
child
had
absorbed
it
into
herself
,
and
would
give
it
forth
again
,
with
a
gleam
about
her
path
,
as
they
should
plunge
into
some
gloomier
shade
.
There
was
no
other
attribute
that
so
much
impressed
her
with
a
sense
of
new
and
untransmitted
vigour
in
Pearl
's
nature
,
as
this
never
failing
vivacity
of
spirits
:
she
had
not
the
disease
of
sadness
,
which
almost
all
children
,
in
these
latter
days
,
inherit
,
with
the
scrofula
,
from
the
troubles
of
their
ancestors
.
Perhaps
this
,
too
,
was
a
disease
,
and
but
the
reflex
of
the
wild
energy
with
which
Hester
had
fought
against
her
sorrows
before
Pearl
's
birth
.
It
was
certainly
a
doubtful
charm
,
imparting
a
hard
,
metallic
lustre
to
the
child
's
character
.
She
wanted
--
what
some
people
want
throughout
life
--
a
grief
that
should
deeply
touch
her
,
and
thus
humanise
and
make
her
capable
of
sympathy
.
But
there
was
time
enough
yet
for
little
Pearl
.
