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"
He
waits
to
welcome
thee
,
"
replied
her
mother
.
"
Come
thou
,
and
entreat
his
blessing
!
He
loves
thee
,
my
little
Pearl
,
and
loves
thy
mother
,
too
.
Wilt
thou
not
love
him
?
Come
he
longs
to
greet
thee
!
"
"
Doth
he
love
us
?
"
said
Pearl
,
looking
up
with
acute
intelligence
into
her
mother
's
face
.
"
Will
he
go
back
with
us
,
hand
in
hand
,
we
three
together
,
into
the
town
?
"
"
Not
now
,
my
child
,
"
answered
Hester
.
"
But
in
days
to
come
he
will
walk
hand
in
hand
with
us
.
We
will
have
a
home
and
fireside
of
our
own
;
and
thou
shalt
sit
upon
his
knee
;
and
he
will
teach
thee
many
things
,
and
love
thee
dearly
.
Thou
wilt
love
him
--
wilt
thou
not
?
"
"
And
will
he
always
keep
his
hand
over
his
heart
?
"
inquired
Pearl
.
"
Foolish
child
,
what
a
question
is
that
!
"
exclaimed
her
mother
.
"
Come
,
and
ask
his
blessing
!
"
But
,
whether
influenced
by
the
jealousy
that
seems
instinctive
with
every
petted
child
towards
a
dangerous
rival
,
or
from
whatever
caprice
of
her
freakish
nature
,
Pearl
would
show
no
favour
to
the
clergyman
.
It
was
only
by
an
exertion
of
force
that
her
mother
brought
her
up
to
him
,
hanging
back
,
and
manifesting
her
reluctance
by
odd
grimaces
;
of
which
,
ever
since
her
babyhood
,
she
had
possessed
a
singular
variety
,
and
could
transform
her
mobile
physiognomy
into
a
series
of
different
aspects
,
with
a
new
mischief
in
them
,
each
and
all
.
The
minister
--
painfully
embarrassed
,
but
hoping
that
a
kiss
might
prove
a
talisman
to
admit
him
into
the
child
's
kindlier
regards
--
bent
forward
,
and
impressed
one
on
her
brow
Hereupon
,
Pearl
broke
away
from
her
mother
,
and
,
running
to
the
brook
,
stooped
over
it
,
and
bathed
her
forehead
,
until
the
unwelcome
kiss
was
quite
washed
off
and
diffused
through
a
long
lapse
of
the
gliding
water
.
She
then
remained
apart
,
silently
watching
Hester
and
the
clergyman
;
while
they
talked
together
and
made
such
arrangements
as
were
suggested
by
their
new
position
and
the
purposes
soon
to
be
fulfilled
.
And
now
this
fateful
interview
had
come
to
a
close
.
The
dell
was
to
be
left
in
solitude
among
its
dark
,
old
trees
,
which
,
with
their
multitudinous
tongues
,
would
whisper
long
of
what
had
passed
there
,
and
no
mortal
be
the
wiser
.
And
the
melancholy
brook
would
add
this
other
tale
to
the
mystery
with
which
its
little
heart
was
already
overburdened
,
and
whereof
it
still
kept
up
a
murmuring
babble
,
with
not
a
whit
more
cheerfulness
of
tone
than
for
ages
heretofore
.
As
the
minister
departed
,
in
advance
of
Hester
Prynne
and
little
Pearl
,
he
threw
a
backward
glance
,
half
expecting
that
he
should
discover
only
some
faintly
traced
features
or
outline
of
the
mother
and
the
child
,
slowly
fading
into
the
twilight
of
the
woods
.
So
great
a
vicissitude
in
his
life
could
not
at
once
be
received
as
real
.
But
there
was
Hester
,
clad
in
her
gray
robe
,
still
standing
beside
the
tree-trunk
,
which
some
blast
had
overthrown
a
long
antiquity
ago
,
and
which
time
had
ever
since
been
covering
with
moss
,
so
that
these
two
fated
ones
,
with
earth
's
heaviest
burden
on
them
,
might
there
sit
down
together
,
and
find
a
single
hour
's
rest
and
solace
.
And
there
was
Pearl
,
too
,
lightly
dancing
from
the
margin
of
the
brook
--
now
that
the
intrusive
third
person
was
gone
--
and
taking
her
old
place
by
her
mother
's
side
.
So
the
minister
had
not
fallen
asleep
and
dreamed
!
