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Hester
looked
at
him
with
a
thrill
of
another
joy
.
"
Thou
must
know
Pearl
!
"
said
she
.
"
Our
little
Pearl
!
Thou
hast
seen
her
--
yes
,
I
know
it
!
--
but
thou
wilt
see
her
now
with
other
eyes
.
She
is
a
strange
child
!
I
hardly
comprehend
her
!
But
thou
wilt
love
her
dearly
,
as
I
do
,
and
wilt
advise
me
how
to
deal
with
her
!
"
"
Dost
thou
think
the
child
will
be
glad
to
know
me
?
"
asked
the
minister
,
somewhat
uneasily
.
"
I
have
long
shrunk
from
children
,
because
they
often
show
a
distrust
--
a
backwardness
to
be
familiar
with
me
.
I
have
even
been
afraid
of
little
Pearl
!
"
"
Ah
,
that
was
sad
!
"
answered
the
mother
.
"
But
she
will
love
thee
dearly
,
and
thou
her
.
She
is
not
far
off
.
I
will
call
her
.
Pearl
!
Pearl
!
"
"
I
see
the
child
,
"
observed
the
minister
.
"
Yonder
she
is
,
standing
in
a
streak
of
sunshine
,
a
good
way
off
,
on
the
other
side
of
the
brook
.
So
thou
thinkest
the
child
will
love
me
?
"
Hester
smiled
,
and
again
called
to
Pearl
,
who
was
visible
at
some
distance
,
as
the
minister
had
described
her
,
like
a
bright-apparelled
vision
in
a
sunbeam
,
which
fell
down
upon
her
through
an
arch
of
boughs
.
The
ray
quivered
to
and
fro
,
making
her
figure
dim
or
distinct
--
now
like
a
real
child
,
now
like
a
child
's
spirit
--
as
the
splendour
went
and
came
again
.
She
heard
her
mother
's
voice
,
and
approached
slowly
through
the
forest
.
Pearl
had
not
found
the
hour
pass
wearisomely
while
her
mother
sat
talking
with
the
clergyman
.
The
great
black
forest
--
stern
as
it
showed
itself
to
those
who
brought
the
guilt
and
troubles
of
the
world
into
its
bosom
--
became
the
playmate
of
the
lonely
infant
,
as
well
as
it
knew
how
.
Sombre
as
it
was
,
it
put
on
the
kindest
of
its
moods
to
welcome
her
.
It
offered
her
the
partridge-berries
,
the
growth
of
the
preceding
autumn
,
but
ripening
only
in
the
spring
,
and
now
red
as
drops
of
blood
upon
the
withered
leaves
.
These
Pearl
gathered
,
and
was
pleased
with
their
wild
flavour
.
The
small
denizens
of
the
wilderness
hardly
took
pains
to
move
out
of
her
path
.
A
partridge
,
indeed
,
with
a
brood
of
ten
behind
her
,
ran
forward
threateningly
,
but
soon
repented
of
her
fierceness
,
and
clucked
to
her
young
ones
not
to
be
afraid
.
A
pigeon
,
alone
on
a
low
branch
,
allowed
Pearl
to
come
beneath
,
and
uttered
a
sound
as
much
of
greeting
as
alarm
.
A
squirrel
,
from
the
lofty
depths
of
his
domestic
tree
,
chattered
either
in
anger
or
merriment
--
for
the
squirrel
is
such
a
choleric
and
humorous
little
personage
,
that
it
is
hard
to
distinguish
between
his
moods
--
so
he
chattered
at
the
child
,
and
flung
down
a
nut
upon
her
head
.
It
was
a
last
year
's
nut
,
and
already
gnawed
by
his
sharp
tooth
.
A
fox
,
startled
from
his
sleep
by
her
light
footstep
on
the
leaves
,
looked
inquisitively
at
Pearl
,
as
doubting
whether
it
were
better
to
steal
off
,
or
renew
his
nap
on
the
same
spot
.
A
wolf
,
it
is
said
--
but
here
the
tale
has
surely
lapsed
into
the
improbable
--
came
up
and
smelt
of
Pearl
's
robe
,
and
offered
his
savage
head
to
be
patted
by
her
hand
.
The
truth
seems
to
be
,
however
,
that
the
mother-forest
,
and
these
wild
things
which
it
nourished
,
all
recognised
a
kindred
wilderness
in
the
human
child
.
And
she
was
gentler
here
than
in
the
grassy-margined
streets
of
the
settlement
,
or
in
her
mother
's
cottage
