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But
now
--
since
I
am
irrevocably
doomed
--
wherefore
should
I
not
snatch
the
solace
allowed
to
the
condemned
culprit
before
his
execution
?
Or
,
if
this
be
the
path
to
a
better
life
,
as
Hester
would
persuade
me
,
I
surely
give
up
no
fairer
prospect
by
pursuing
it
!
Neither
can
I
any
longer
live
without
her
companionship
;
so
powerful
is
she
to
sustain
--
so
tender
to
soothe
!
O
Thou
to
whom
I
dare
not
lift
mine
eyes
,
wilt
Thou
yet
pardon
me
?
"
"
Thou
wilt
go
!
"
said
Hester
calmly
,
as
he
met
her
glance
.
The
decision
once
made
,
a
glow
of
strange
enjoyment
threw
its
flickering
brightness
over
the
trouble
of
his
breast
.
It
was
the
exhilarating
effect
--
upon
a
prisoner
just
escaped
from
the
dungeon
of
his
own
heart
--
of
breathing
the
wild
,
free
atmosphere
of
an
unredeemed
,
unchristianised
,
lawless
region
His
spirit
rose
,
as
it
were
,
with
a
bound
,
and
attained
a
nearer
prospect
of
the
sky
,
than
throughout
all
the
misery
which
had
kept
him
grovelling
on
the
earth
.
Of
a
deeply
religious
temperament
,
there
was
inevitably
a
tinge
of
the
devotional
in
his
mood
.
"
Do
I
feel
joy
again
?
"
cried
he
,
wondering
at
himself
.
"
Methought
the
germ
of
it
was
dead
in
me
!
Oh
,
Hester
,
thou
art
my
better
angel
!
I
seem
to
have
flung
myself
--
sick
,
sin-stained
,
and
sorrow-blackened
--
down
upon
these
forest
leaves
,
and
to
have
risen
up
all
made
anew
,
and
with
new
powers
to
glorify
Him
that
hath
been
merciful
!
This
is
already
the
better
life
!
Why
did
we
not
find
it
sooner
?
"
"
Let
us
not
look
back
,
"
answered
Hester
Prynne
.
"
The
past
is
gone
!
Wherefore
should
we
linger
upon
it
now
?
See
!
With
this
symbol
I
undo
it
all
,
and
make
it
as
if
it
had
never
been
!
"
So
speaking
,
she
undid
the
clasp
that
fastened
the
scarlet
letter
,
and
,
taking
it
from
her
bosom
,
threw
it
to
a
distance
among
the
withered
leaves
.
The
mystic
token
alighted
on
the
hither
verge
of
the
stream
.
With
a
hand
's
-
breadth
further
flight
,
it
would
have
fallen
into
the
water
,
and
have
give
,
the
little
brook
another
woe
to
carry
onward
,
besides
the
unintelligible
tale
which
it
still
kept
murmuring
about
.
But
there
lay
the
embroidered
letter
,
glittering
like
a
lost
jewel
,
which
some
ill-fated
wanderer
might
pick
up
,
and
thenceforth
be
haunted
by
strange
phantoms
of
guilt
,
sinkings
of
the
heart
,
and
unaccountable
misfortune
.
The
stigma
gone
,
Hester
heaved
a
long
,
deep
sigh
,
in
which
the
burden
of
shame
and
anguish
departed
from
her
spirit
.
O
exquisite
relief
!
She
had
not
known
the
weight
until
she
felt
the
freedom
!
By
another
impulse
,
she
took
off
the
formal
cap
that
confined
her
hair
,
and
down
it
fell
upon
her
shoulders
,
dark
and
rich
,
with
at
once
a
shadow
and
a
light
in
its
abundance
,
and
imparting
the
charm
of
softness
to
her
features
.
There
played
around
her
mouth
,
and
beamed
out
of
her
eyes
,
a
radiant
and
tender
smile
,
that
seemed
gushing
from
the
very
heart
of
womanhood
.
A
crimson
flush
was
glowing
on
her
cheek
,
that
had
been
long
so
pale
.
Her
sex
,
her
youth
,
and
the
whole
richness
of
her
beauty
,
came
back
from
what
men
call
the
irrevocable
past
,
and
clustered
themselves
with
her
maiden
hope
,
and
a
happiness
before
unknown
,
within
the
magic
circle
of
this
hour
.
And
,
as
if
the
gloom
of
the
earth
and
sky
had
been
but
the
effluence
of
these
two
mortal
hearts
,
it
vanished
with
their
sorrow
.
All
at
once
,
as
with
a
sudden
smile
of
heaven
,
forth
burst
the
sunshine
,
pouring
a
very
flood
into
the
obscure
forest
,
gladdening
each
green
leaf
,
transmuting
the
yellow
fallen
ones
to
gold
,
and
gleaming
adown
the
gray
trunks
of
the
solemn
trees
.
The
objects
that
had
made
a
shadow
hitherto
,
embodied
the
brightness
now
.
The
course
of
the
little
brook
might
be
traced
by
its
merry
gleam
afar
into
the
wood
's
heart
of
mystery
,
which
had
become
a
mystery
of
joy
.
Such
was
the
sympathy
of
Nature
--
that
wild
,
heathen
Nature
of
the
forest
,
never
subjugated
by
human
law
,
nor
illumined
by
higher
truth
--
with
the
bliss
of
these
two
spirits
!
Love
,
whether
newly-born
,
or
aroused
from
a
death-like
slumber
,
must
always
create
a
sunshine
,
filling
the
heart
so
full
of
radiance
,
that
it
overflows
upon
the
outward
world
.
Had
the
forest
still
kept
its
gloom
,
it
would
have
been
bright
in
Hester
's
eyes
,
and
bright
in
Arthur
Dimmesdale
's
!
