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How
deeply
had
they
known
each
other
then
!
And
was
this
the
man
?
She
hardly
knew
him
now
!
He
,
moving
proudly
past
,
enveloped
as
it
were
,
in
the
rich
music
,
with
the
procession
of
majestic
and
venerable
fathers
;
he
,
so
unattainable
in
his
worldly
position
,
and
still
more
so
in
that
far
vista
of
his
unsympathizing
thoughts
,
through
which
she
now
beheld
him
!
Her
spirit
sank
with
the
idea
that
all
must
have
been
a
delusion
,
and
that
,
vividly
as
she
had
dreamed
it
,
there
could
be
no
real
bond
betwixt
the
clergyman
and
herself
.
And
thus
much
of
woman
was
there
in
Hester
,
that
she
could
scarcely
forgive
him
--
least
of
all
now
,
when
the
heavy
footstep
of
their
approaching
Fate
might
be
heard
,
nearer
,
nearer
,
nearer
!
--
for
being
able
so
completely
to
withdraw
himself
from
their
mutual
world
--
while
she
groped
darkly
,
and
stretched
forth
her
cold
hands
,
and
found
him
not
.
Pearl
either
saw
and
responded
to
her
mother
's
feelings
,
or
herself
felt
the
remoteness
and
intangibility
that
had
fallen
around
the
minister
.
While
the
procession
passed
,
the
child
was
uneasy
,
fluttering
up
and
down
,
like
a
bird
on
the
point
of
taking
flight
.
When
the
whole
had
gone
by
,
she
looked
up
into
Hester
's
face
--
"
Mother
,
"
said
she
,
"
was
that
the
same
minister
that
kissed
me
by
the
brook
?
"
"
Hold
thy
peace
,
dear
little
Pearl
!
"
whispered
her
mother
.
"
We
must
not
always
talk
in
the
marketplace
of
what
happens
to
us
in
the
forest
.
"
"
I
could
not
be
sure
that
it
was
he
--
so
strange
he
looked
,
"
continued
the
child
.
"
Else
I
would
have
run
to
him
,
and
bid
him
kiss
me
now
,
before
all
the
people
,
even
as
he
did
yonder
among
the
dark
old
trees
.
What
would
the
minister
have
said
,
mother
?
Would
he
have
clapped
his
hand
over
his
heart
,
and
scowled
on
me
,
and
bid
me
begone
?
"
"
What
should
he
say
,
Pearl
,
"
answered
Hester
,
"
save
that
it
was
no
time
to
kiss
,
and
that
kisses
are
not
to
be
given
in
the
market-place
?
Well
for
thee
,
foolish
child
,
that
thou
didst
not
speak
to
him
!
"
Another
shade
of
the
same
sentiment
,
in
reference
to
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
was
expressed
by
a
person
whose
eccentricities
--
insanity
,
as
we
should
term
it
--
led
her
to
do
what
few
of
the
townspeople
would
have
ventured
on
--
to
begin
a
conversation
with
the
wearer
of
the
scarlet
letter
in
public
.
It
was
Mistress
Hibbins
,
who
,
arrayed
in
great
magnificence
,
with
a
triple
ruff
,
a
broidered
stomacher
,
a
gown
of
rich
velvet
,
and
a
gold-headed
cane
,
had
come
forth
to
see
the
procession
.
As
this
ancient
lady
had
the
renown
(
which
subsequently
cost
her
no
less
a
price
than
her
life
)
of
being
a
principal
actor
in
all
the
works
of
necromancy
that
were
continually
going
forward
,
the
crowd
gave
way
before
her
,
and
seemed
to
fear
the
touch
of
her
garment
,
as
if
it
carried
the
plague
among
its
gorgeous
folds
.
Seen
in
conjunction
with
Hester
Prynne
--
kindly
as
so
many
now
felt
towards
the
latter
--
the
dread
inspired
by
Mistress
Hibbins
had
doubled
,
and
caused
a
general
movement
from
that
part
of
the
market-place
in
which
the
two
women
stood
.
"
Now
,
what
mortal
imagination
could
conceive
it
?
"
whispered
the
old
lady
confidentially
to
Hester
.
"
Yonder
divine
man
!
That
saint
on
earth
,
as
the
people
uphold
him
to
be
,
and
as
--
I
must
needs
say
--
he
really
looks
!
Who
,
now
,
that
saw
him
pass
in
the
procession
,
would
think
how
little
while
it
is
since
he
went
forth
out
of
his
study
--
chewing
a
Hebrew
text
of
Scripture
in
his
mouth
,
I
warrant
--
to
take
an
airing
in
the
forest
!
Aha
!
we
know
what
that
means
,
Hester
Prynne
!
But
truly
,
forsooth
,
I
find
it
hard
to
believe
him
the
same
man
.
Many
a
church
member
saw
I
,
walking
behind
the
music
,
that
has
danced
in
the
same
measure
with
me
,
when
Somebody
was
fiddler
,
and
,
it
might
be
,
an
Indian
powwow
or
a
Lapland
wizard
changing
hands
with
us
!
That
is
but
a
trifle
,
when
a
woman
knows
the
world
.
But
this
minister
.
Couldst
thou
surely
tell
,
Hester
,
whether
he
was
the
same
man
that
encountered
thee
on
the
forest
path
?
"
"
Madam
,
I
know
not
of
what
you
speak
,
"
answered
Hester
Prynne
,
feeling
Mistress
Hibbins
to
be
of
infirm
mind
;
yet
strangely
startled
and
awe-stricken
by
the
confidence
with
which
she
affirmed
a
personal
connexion
between
so
many
persons
(
herself
among
them
)
and
the
Evil
One
.
"
It
is
not
for
me
to
talk
lightly
of
a
learned
and
pious
minister
of
the
Word
,
like
the
Reverend
Mr.
Dimmesdale
.
"
