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"
Hester
Prynne
,
"
said
he
,
leaning
over
the
balcony
and
looking
down
steadfastly
into
her
eyes
,
"
thou
hearest
what
this
good
man
says
,
and
seest
the
accountability
under
which
I
labour
.
If
thou
feelest
it
to
be
for
thy
soul
's
peace
,
and
that
thy
earthly
punishment
will
thereby
be
made
more
effectual
to
salvation
,
I
charge
thee
to
speak
out
the
name
of
thy
fellow-sinner
and
fellow-sufferer
!
Be
not
silent
from
any
mistaken
pity
and
tenderness
for
him
;
for
,
believe
me
,
Hester
,
though
he
were
to
step
down
from
a
high
place
,
and
stand
there
beside
thee
,
on
thy
pedestal
of
shame
,
yet
better
were
it
so
than
to
hide
a
guilty
heart
through
life
.
What
can
thy
silence
do
for
him
,
except
it
tempt
him
--
yea
,
compel
him
,
as
it
were
--
to
add
hypocrisy
to
sin
?
Heaven
hath
granted
thee
an
open
ignominy
,
that
thereby
thou
mayest
work
out
an
open
triumph
over
the
evil
within
thee
and
the
sorrow
without
.
Take
heed
how
thou
deniest
to
him
--
who
,
perchance
,
hath
not
the
courage
to
grasp
it
for
himself
--
the
bitter
,
but
wholesome
,
cup
that
is
now
presented
to
thy
lips
!
"
The
young
pastor
's
voice
was
tremulously
sweet
,
rich
,
deep
,
and
broken
.
The
feeling
that
it
so
evidently
manifested
,
rather
than
the
direct
purport
of
the
words
,
caused
it
to
vibrate
within
all
hearts
,
and
brought
the
listeners
into
one
accord
of
sympathy
.
Even
the
poor
baby
at
Hester
's
bosom
was
affected
by
the
same
influence
,
for
it
directed
its
hitherto
vacant
gaze
towards
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
and
held
up
its
little
arms
with
a
half-pleased
,
half-plaintive
murmur
.
So
powerful
seemed
the
minister
's
appeal
that
the
people
could
not
believe
but
that
Hester
Prynne
would
speak
out
the
guilty
name
,
or
else
that
the
guilty
one
himself
in
whatever
high
or
lowly
place
he
stood
,
would
be
drawn
forth
by
an
inward
and
inevitable
necessity
,
and
compelled
to
ascend
the
scaffold
.
Hester
shook
her
head
.
"
Woman
,
transgress
not
beyond
the
limits
of
Heaven
's
mercy
!
"
cried
the
Reverend
Mr.
Wilson
,
more
harshly
than
before
.
"
That
little
babe
hath
been
gifted
with
a
voice
,
to
second
and
confirm
the
counsel
which
thou
hast
heard
.
Speak
out
the
name
!
That
,
and
thy
repentance
,
may
avail
to
take
the
scarlet
letter
off
thy
breast
.
"
"
Never
,
"
replied
Hester
Prynne
,
looking
,
not
at
Mr.
Wilson
,
but
into
the
deep
and
troubled
eyes
of
the
younger
clergyman
.
"
It
is
too
deeply
branded
.
Ye
can
not
take
it
off
.
And
would
that
I
might
endure
his
agony
as
well
as
mine
!
"
"
Speak
,
woman
!
"
said
another
voice
,
coldly
and
sternly
,
proceeding
from
the
crowd
about
the
scaffold
,
"
Speak
;
and
give
your
child
a
father
!
"
"
I
will
not
speak
!
"
answered
Hester
,
turning
pale
as
death
,
but
responding
to
this
voice
,
which
she
too
surely
recognised
.
"
And
my
child
must
seek
a
heavenly
father
;
she
shall
never
know
an
earthly
one
!
"
"
She
will
not
speak
!
"
murmured
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
who
,
leaning
over
the
balcony
,
with
his
hand
upon
his
heart
,
had
awaited
the
result
of
his
appeal
.
He
now
drew
back
with
a
long
respiration
.
"
Wondrous
strength
arid
generosity
of
a
woman
's
heart
!
She
will
not
speak
!
"
