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"
Yes
,
mother
,
"
answered
Pearl
,
"
But
if
it
be
the
Black
Man
,
wilt
thou
not
let
me
stay
a
moment
,
and
look
at
him
,
with
his
big
book
under
his
arm
?
"
"
Go
,
silly
child
!
"
said
her
mother
impatiently
.
"
It
is
no
Black
Man
!
Thou
canst
see
him
now
,
through
the
trees
.
It
is
the
minister
!
"
"
And
so
it
is
!
"
said
the
child
.
"
And
,
mother
,
he
has
his
hand
over
his
heart
!
Is
it
because
,
when
the
minister
wrote
his
name
in
the
book
,
the
Black
Man
set
his
mark
in
that
place
?
But
why
does
he
not
wear
it
outside
his
bosom
,
as
thou
dost
,
mother
?
"
"
Go
now
,
child
,
and
thou
shalt
tease
me
as
thou
wilt
another
time
,
"
cried
Hester
Prynne
.
"
But
do
not
stray
far
.
Keep
where
thou
canst
hear
the
babble
of
the
brook
.
"
The
child
went
singing
away
,
following
up
the
current
of
the
brook
,
and
striving
to
mingle
a
more
lightsome
cadence
with
its
melancholy
voice
.
But
the
little
stream
would
not
be
comforted
,
and
still
kept
telling
its
unintelligible
secret
of
some
very
mournful
mystery
that
had
happened
--
or
making
a
prophetic
lamentation
about
something
that
was
yet
to
happen
--
within
the
verge
of
the
dismal
forest
.
So
Pearl
,
who
had
enough
of
shadow
in
her
own
little
life
,
chose
to
break
off
all
acquaintance
with
this
repining
brook
.
She
set
herself
,
therefore
,
to
gathering
violets
and
wood-anemones
,
and
some
scarlet
columbines
that
she
found
growing
in
the
crevice
of
a
high
rock
.
When
her
elf-child
had
departed
,
Hester
Prynne
made
a
step
or
two
towards
the
track
that
led
through
the
forest
,
but
still
remained
under
the
deep
shadow
of
the
trees
.
She
beheld
the
minister
advancing
along
the
path
entirely
alone
,
and
leaning
on
a
staff
which
he
had
cut
by
the
wayside
.
He
looked
haggard
and
feeble
,
and
betrayed
a
nerveless
despondency
in
his
air
,
which
had
never
so
remarkably
characterised
him
in
his
walks
about
the
settlement
,
nor
in
any
other
situation
where
he
deemed
himself
liable
to
notice
.
Here
it
was
wofully
visible
,
in
this
intense
seclusion
of
the
forest
,
which
of
itself
would
have
been
a
heavy
trial
to
the
spirits
.
There
was
a
listlessness
in
his
gait
,
as
if
he
saw
no
reason
for
taking
one
step
further
,
nor
felt
any
desire
to
do
so
,
but
would
have
been
glad
,
could
he
be
glad
of
anything
,
to
fling
himself
down
at
the
root
of
the
nearest
tree
,
and
lie
there
passive
for
evermore
The
leaves
might
bestrew
him
,
and
the
soil
gradually
accumulate
and
form
a
little
hillock
over
his
frame
,
no
matter
whether
there
were
life
in
it
or
no
.
Death
was
too
definite
an
object
to
be
wished
for
or
avoided
.
To
Hester
's
eye
,
the
Reverend
Mr.
Dimmesdale
exhibited
no
symptom
of
positive
and
vivacious
suffering
,
except
that
,
as
little
Pearl
had
remarked
,
he
kept
his
hand
over
his
heart
.
Slowly
as
the
minister
walked
,
he
had
almost
gone
by
before
Hester
Prynne
could
gather
voice
enough
to
attract
his
observation
.
At
length
she
succeeded
.
