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Hester
Prynne
looked
into
his
face
,
but
hesitated
to
speak
.
Yet
,
uttering
his
long-restrained
emotions
so
vehemently
as
he
did
,
his
words
here
offered
her
the
very
point
of
circumstances
in
which
to
interpose
what
she
came
to
say
.
She
conquered
her
fears
,
and
spoke
:
"
Such
a
friend
as
thou
hast
even
now
wished
for
,
"
said
she
,
"
with
whom
to
weep
over
thy
sin
,
thou
hast
in
me
,
the
partner
of
it
!
"
Again
she
hesitated
,
but
brought
out
the
words
with
an
effort
"
Thou
hast
long
had
such
an
enemy
,
and
dwellest
with
him
,
under
the
same
roof
!
"
The
minister
started
to
his
feet
,
gasping
for
breath
,
and
clutching
at
his
heart
,
as
if
he
would
have
torn
it
out
of
his
bosom
.
"
Ha
!
What
sayest
thou
?
"
cried
he
.
"
An
enemy
!
And
under
mine
own
roof
!
What
mean
you
?
"
Hester
Prynne
was
now
fully
sensible
of
the
deep
injury
for
which
she
was
responsible
to
this
unhappy
man
,
in
permitting
him
to
lie
for
so
many
years
,
or
,
indeed
,
for
a
single
moment
,
at
the
mercy
of
one
whose
purposes
could
not
be
other
than
malevolent
.
The
very
contiguity
of
his
enemy
,
beneath
whatever
mask
the
latter
might
conceal
himself
,
was
enough
to
disturb
the
magnetic
sphere
of
a
being
so
sensitive
as
Arthur
Dimmesdale
.
There
had
been
a
period
when
Hester
was
less
alive
to
this
consideration
;
or
,
perhaps
,
in
the
misanthropy
of
her
own
trouble
,
she
left
the
minister
to
bear
what
she
might
picture
to
herself
as
a
more
tolerable
doom
.
But
of
late
,
since
the
night
of
his
vigil
,
all
her
sympathies
towards
him
had
been
both
softened
and
invigorated
.
She
now
read
his
heart
more
accurately
.
She
doubted
not
that
the
continual
presence
of
Roger
Chillingworth
--
the
secret
poison
of
his
malignity
,
infecting
all
the
air
about
him
--
and
his
authorised
interference
,
as
a
physician
,
with
the
minister
's
physical
and
spiritual
infirmities
--
that
these
bad
opportunities
had
been
turned
to
a
cruel
purpose
.
By
means
of
them
,
the
sufferer
's
conscience
had
been
kept
in
an
irritated
state
,
the
tendency
of
which
was
,
not
to
cure
by
wholesome
pain
,
but
to
disorganize
and
corrupt
his
spiritual
being
.
Its
result
,
on
earth
,
could
hardly
fail
to
be
insanity
,
and
hereafter
,
that
eternal
alienation
from
the
Good
and
True
,
of
which
madness
is
perhaps
the
earthly
type
.
Such
was
the
ruin
to
which
she
had
brought
the
man
,
once
--
nay
,
why
should
we
not
speak
it
?
--
still
so
passionately
loved
!
Hester
felt
that
the
sacrifice
of
the
clergyman
's
good
name
,
and
death
itself
,
as
she
had
already
told
Roger
Chillingworth
,
would
have
been
infinitely
preferable
to
the
alternative
which
she
had
taken
upon
herself
to
choose
.
And
now
,
rather
than
have
had
this
grievous
wrong
to
confess
,
she
would
gladly
have
laid
down
on
the
forest
leaves
,
and
died
there
,
at
Arthur
Dimmesdale
's
feet
.
"
Oh
,
Arthur
!
"
cried
she
,
"
forgive
me
!
In
all
things
else
,
I
have
striven
to
be
true
!
Truth
was
the
one
virtue
which
I
might
have
held
fast
,
and
did
hold
fast
,
through
all
extremity
;
save
when
thy
good
--
thy
life
--
thy
fame
--
were
put
in
question
!
Then
I
consented
to
a
deception
.
But
a
lie
is
never
good
,
even
though
death
threaten
on
the
other
side
!
Dost
thou
not
see
what
I
would
say
?
That
old
man
!
--
the
physician
!
--
he
whom
they
call
Roger
Chillingworth
!
--
he
was
my
husband
!
"
The
minister
looked
at
her
for
an
instant
,
with
all
that
violence
of
passion
,
which
--
intermixed
in
more
shapes
than
one
with
his
higher
,
purer
,
softer
qualities
--
was
,
in
fact
,
the
portion
of
him
which
the
devil
claimed
,
and
through
which
he
sought
to
win
the
rest
.
Never
was
there
a
blacker
or
a
fiercer
frown
than
Hester
now
encountered
.
For
the
brief
space
that
it
lasted
,
it
was
a
dark
transfiguration
.
But
his
character
had
been
so
much
enfeebled
by
suffering
,
that
even
its
lower
energies
were
incapable
of
more
than
a
temporary
struggle
.
He
sank
down
on
the
ground
,
and
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
.
