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"
I
might
have
known
it
,
"
murmured
he
--
"
I
did
know
it
!
Was
not
the
secret
told
me
,
in
the
natural
recoil
of
my
heart
at
the
first
sight
of
him
,
and
as
often
as
I
have
seen
him
since
?
Why
did
I
not
understand
?
Oh
,
Hester
Prynne
,
thou
little
,
little
knowest
all
the
horror
of
this
thing
!
And
the
shame
!
--
the
indelicacy
!
--
the
horrible
ugliness
of
this
exposure
of
a
sick
and
guilty
heart
to
the
very
eye
that
would
gloat
over
it
!
Woman
,
woman
,
thou
art
accountable
for
this
!
--
I
can
not
forgive
thee
!
"
"
Thou
shalt
forgive
me
!
"
cried
Hester
,
flinging
herself
on
the
fallen
leaves
beside
him
.
"
Let
God
punish
!
Thou
shalt
forgive
!
"
With
sudden
and
desperate
tenderness
she
threw
her
arms
around
him
,
and
pressed
his
head
against
her
bosom
,
little
caring
though
his
cheek
rested
on
the
scarlet
letter
.
He
would
have
released
himself
,
but
strove
in
vain
to
do
so
.
Hester
would
not
set
him
free
,
lest
he
should
look
her
sternly
in
the
face
.
All
the
world
had
frowned
on
her
--
for
seven
long
years
had
it
frowned
upon
this
lonely
woman
--
and
still
she
bore
it
all
,
nor
ever
once
turned
away
her
firm
,
sad
eyes
.
Heaven
,
likewise
,
had
frowned
upon
her
,
and
she
had
not
died
.
But
the
frown
of
this
pale
,
weak
,
sinful
,
and
sorrow-stricken
man
was
what
Hester
could
not
bear
,
and
live
!
"
Wilt
thou
yet
forgive
me
?
"
she
repeated
,
over
and
over
again
.
"
Wilt
thou
not
frown
?
Wilt
thou
forgive
?
"
"
I
do
forgive
you
,
Hester
,
"
replied
the
minister
at
length
,
with
a
deep
utterance
,
out
of
an
abyss
of
sadness
,
but
no
anger
.
"
I
freely
forgive
you
now
.
May
God
forgive
us
both
.
We
are
not
,
Hester
,
the
worst
sinners
in
the
world
.
There
is
one
worse
than
even
the
polluted
priest
!
That
old
man
's
revenge
has
been
blacker
than
my
sin
.
He
has
violated
,
in
cold
blood
,
the
sanctity
of
a
human
heart
.
Thou
and
I
,
Hester
,
never
did
so
!
"
"
Never
,
never
!
"
whispered
she
.
"
What
we
did
had
a
consecration
of
its
own
.
We
felt
it
so
!
We
said
so
to
each
other
.
Hast
thou
forgotten
it
?
"
"
Hush
,
Hester
!
"
said
Arthur
Dimmesdale
,
rising
from
the
ground
.
"
No
;
I
have
not
forgotten
!
"
They
sat
down
again
,
side
by
side
,
and
hand
clasped
in
hand
,
on
the
mossy
trunk
of
the
fallen
tree
.
Life
had
never
brought
them
a
gloomier
hour
;
it
was
the
point
whither
their
pathway
had
so
long
been
tending
,
and
darkening
ever
,
as
it
stole
along
--
and
yet
it
unclosed
a
charm
that
made
them
linger
upon
it
,
and
claim
another
,
and
another
,
and
,
after
all
,
another
moment
.
The
forest
was
obscure
around
them
,
and
creaked
with
a
blast
that
was
passing
through
it
.
The
boughs
were
tossing
heavily
above
their
heads
;
while
one
solemn
old
tree
groaned
dolefully
to
another
,
as
if
telling
the
sad
story
of
the
pair
that
sat
beneath
,
or
constrained
to
forbode
evil
to
come
.
And
yet
they
lingered
.
