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She
smiled
drearily
,
looking
down
upon
her
bosom
.
"
Hast
thou
?
"
she
asked
.
"
None
--
nothing
but
despair
!
"
he
answered
.
"
What
else
could
I
look
for
,
being
what
I
am
,
and
leading
such
a
life
as
mine
?
Were
I
an
atheist
--
a
man
devoid
of
conscience
--
a
wretch
with
coarse
and
brutal
instincts
--
I
might
have
found
peace
long
ere
now
.
Nay
,
I
never
should
have
lost
it
.
But
,
as
matters
stand
with
my
soul
,
whatever
of
good
capacity
there
originally
was
in
me
,
all
of
God
's
gifts
that
were
the
choicest
have
become
the
ministers
of
spiritual
torment
.
Hester
,
I
am
most
miserable
!
"
"
The
people
reverence
thee
,
"
said
Hester
.
"
And
surely
thou
workest
good
among
them
!
Doth
this
bring
thee
no
comfort
?
"
"
More
misery
,
Hester
!
--
Only
the
more
misery
!
"
answered
the
clergyman
with
a
bitter
smile
.
"
As
concerns
the
good
which
I
may
appear
to
do
,
I
have
no
faith
in
it
.
It
must
needs
be
a
delusion
.
What
can
a
ruined
soul
like
mine
effect
towards
the
redemption
of
other
souls
?
--
or
a
polluted
soul
towards
their
purification
?
And
as
for
the
people
's
reverence
,
would
that
it
were
turned
to
scorn
and
hatred
!
Canst
thou
deem
it
,
Hester
,
a
consolation
that
I
must
stand
up
in
my
pulpit
,
and
meet
so
many
eyes
turned
upward
to
my
face
,
as
if
the
light
of
heaven
were
beaming
from
it
!
--
must
see
my
flock
hungry
for
the
truth
,
and
listening
to
my
words
as
if
a
tongue
of
Pentecost
were
speaking
!
--
and
then
look
inward
,
and
discern
the
black
reality
of
what
they
idolise
?
I
have
laughed
,
in
bitterness
and
agony
of
heart
,
at
the
contrast
between
what
I
seem
and
what
I
am
!
And
Satan
laughs
at
it
!
"
"
You
wrong
yourself
in
this
,
"
said
Hester
gently
.
"
You
have
deeply
and
sorely
repented
.
Your
sin
is
left
behind
you
in
the
days
long
past
.
Your
present
life
is
not
less
holy
,
in
very
truth
,
than
it
seems
in
people
's
eyes
.
Is
there
no
reality
in
the
penitence
thus
sealed
and
witnessed
by
good
works
?
And
wherefore
should
it
not
bring
you
peace
?
"
"
No
,
Hester
--
no
!
"
replied
the
clergyman
.
"
There
is
no
substance
in
it
]
It
is
cold
and
dead
,
and
can
do
nothing
for
me
!
Of
penance
,
I
have
had
enough
!
Of
penitence
,
there
has
been
none
!
Else
,
I
should
long
ago
have
thrown
off
these
garments
of
mock
holiness
,
and
have
shown
myself
to
mankind
as
they
will
see
me
at
the
judgment-seat
.
Happy
are
you
,
Hester
,
that
wear
the
scarlet
letter
openly
upon
your
bosom
!
Mine
burns
in
secret
!
Thou
little
knowest
what
a
relief
it
is
,
after
the
torment
of
a
seven
years
'
cheat
,
to
look
into
an
eye
that
recognises
me
for
what
I
am
!
Had
I
one
friend
--
or
were
it
my
worst
enemy
!
--
to
whom
,
when
sickened
with
the
praises
of
all
other
men
,
I
could
daily
betake
myself
,
and
known
as
the
vilest
of
all
sinners
,
methinks
my
soul
might
keep
itself
alive
thereby
.
Even
thus
much
of
truth
would
save
me
!
But
now
,
it
is
all
falsehood
!
--
all
emptiness
!
--
all
death
!
"
