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…seat；　thy　mother；　and　thou；　and　I；　must　standtogether。　But　the　daylight　of　this　world　shall　not　see　our　meeting！〃　　Pearl　laughed　again。　　But；　before　Mr。　Dimmesdale　had　done　speaking；　a　light　gleamed　farand　wide　over　all　the　muffled　sky。　It　was　doubtless　caused　by　one　ofthose　meteors　which　the　night…watcher　may　so　often　observe　burning　outto　waste；　in　the　vacant　regions　of　the　atmosphere。　So　powerful　was　itsradiance；　that　it　thoroughly　illuminated　the　dense　medium　of　cloudbetwixt　the　sky　and　earth。　The　great　vault　brightened；　like　the　domeof　an　immense　lamp。　It　showed　the　familiar　scene　of　the　street；　withthe　distinctness　of　mid…day；　but　also　with　the　awfulness　that　isalways　imparted　to　familiar　objects　by　an　unaccustomed　light。　Thewooden　houses；　with　their　jutting　stories　and　quaint　gable…peaks；the　door…steps　and　thresholds；　with　the　early　grass　springing　up　aboutthem；　the　garden…plots；　black　with　freshly　turned　earth；　thewheel…track；　little　worn；　and；　even　in　the　market…place；　margined　withgreen　on　either　side　all…　were　visible；　but　with　a　singularity　ofaspect　that　seemed　to　give　another　moral　interpretation　to　thethings　of　this　world　than　they　had　ever　borne　before。　And　therestood　the　minister；　with　his　hand　over　his　heart；　and　Hester　Prynne；with　the　embroidered　letter　glimmering　on　her　bosom；　and　little　Pearl；herself　a　symbol；　and　the　connecting　link　between　those　two。　Theystood　in　the　noon　of　that　strange　and　solemn　splendour；　as　if　itwere　the　light　that　is　to　reveal　all　secrets；　and　the　daybreak　thatshall　unite　all　who　belong　to　one　another。　　There　was　witchcraft　in　little　Pearl's　eyes；　and　her　face；　as　sheglanced　upward　at　the　minister；　wore　that　naughty　smile　which　made　itsexpression　frequently　so　elvish。　She　withdrew　her　hand　from　Mr。Dimmesdale's；　and　pointed　across　the　street。　But　he　clasped　both　hishands　over　his　breast；　and　cast　his　eyes　towards　the　zenith。　　Nothing　was　more　mon；　in　those　days；　than　to　interpret　allmeteoric　appearances；　and　other　natural　phenomena；　that　occurredwith　less　regularity　than　the　rise　and　set　of　sun　and　moon；　as　so　manyrevelations　from　a　supernatural　source。　Thus；　a　blazing　spear；　a　swordof　flame；　a　bow；　or　a　sheaf　of　arrows；　seen　in　the　midnight　sky；prefigured　Indian　warfare。　Pestilence　was　known　to　have　been　forebodedby　a　shower　of　crimson　light。　We　doubt　whether　any　marked　event；　forgood　or　evil；　ever　befell　New　England；　from　its　settlement　down　toRevolutionary　times；　of　which　the　inhabitants　had　not　beenpreviously　warned　by　some　spectacle　of　this　nature。　Not　seldom；　it　hadbeen　seen　by　multitudes。　Oftener；　however；　its　credibility　rested　onthe　faith　of　some　lonely　eye…witness；　who　beheld　the　wonder　throughthe　coloured；　magnifying；　and　distorting　medium　of　his　imagination；and　shaped　it　more　distinctly　in　his　afterthought。　It　was；　indeed；　amajestic　idea；　that　the　destiny　of　nations　should　be　revealed；　inthese　awful　hieroglyphics；　on　the　cope　of　heaven。　A　scroll　so　widemight　not　be　deemed　too　expansive　for　Providence　to　write　a　people'sdoom　upon。　The　belief　was　a　favourite　one　with　our　forefathers；　asbetokening　that　their　infant　monwealth　was　under　a　celestialguardianship　of　peculiar　intimacy　and　strictness。　But　what　shall　wesay；　when　an　individual　discovers　a　revelation；　addressed　to　himselfalone；　on　the　same　vast　sheet　of　record！　In　such　a　case；　it　could　onlybe　the　symptom　of　a　highly　disordered　mental　state；　when　a　man；rendered　morbidly　self…contemplative　by　long；　intense；　and　secretpain；　had　extended　his　egotism　over　the　whole　expanse　of　nature；　untilthe　firmament　itself　should　appear　no　more　than　a　fitting　page　for　hissoul's　history　and　fate！　　We　impute　it；　therefore；　solely　to　the　disease　in　his　own　eye　andheart；　that　the　minister；　looking　upward　to　the　zenith；　beheld　therethe　appearance　of　an　immense　letter…　the　letter　A…　marked　out　in　linesof　dull　red　light。　Not　but　the　meteor　may　have　shown　itself　at　thatpoint；　burning　duskily　through　a　veil　of　cloud；　but　with　no　such　shapeas　his　guilty　imagination　gave　it；　or；　at　least；　with　so　littledefiniteness；　that　another's　guilt　might　have　seen　another　symbol　init。　　There　was　a　singular　circumstance　that　characterised　Mr。Dimmesdale's　psychological　state　at　this　moment。　All　the　time　thathe　gazed　upward　to　the　zenith；　he　was；　nevertheless；　perfectly　awarethat　little　Pearl　was　pointing　her　finger　towards　old　RogerChillingworth；　who　stood　at　no　great　distance　from　the　scaffold。　Theminister　appeared　to　see　him；　with　the　same　glance　that　discernedthe　miraculous　letter。　To　his　features；　as　to　all　other　objects；　themeteoric　light　imparted　a　new　expression；　or　it　might　well　be　that　thephysician　was　not　careful　then；　as　at　all　other　times；　to　hide　themalevolence　with　which　he　looked　upon　his　victim。　Certainly；　if　themeteor　kindled　up　the　sky；　and　disclosed　the　earth；　with　anawfulness　that　admonished　Hester　Prynne　and　the　clergyman　of　the　dayof　judgment；　then　might　Roger　Chillingworth　have　passed　with　themfor　the　arch…fiend；　standing　there　with　a　smile　and　scowl；　to　claimhis　own。　So　vivid　was　the　expression；　or　so　intense　the　minister'sperception　of　it；　that　it　seemed　still　to　remain　painted　on　thedarkness；　after　the　meteor　had　vanished；　with　an　effect　as　if　thestreet　and　all　things　else　were　at　once　annihilated。　　〃Who　is　that　man；　Hester？〃　gasped　Mr。　Dimmesdale；　overe　withterror。　〃I　shiver　at　him！　Dost　thou　know　the　man？　I　hate　him；　Hester！〃　　She　remembered　her　oath；　and　was　silent。　　〃I　tell　thee；　my　soul　shivers　at　him！〃　muttered　the　ministeragain。　〃Who　is　he？　Who　is　he？　Canst　thou　do　nothing　for　me？　I　have　anameless　horror　of　the　man！〃　　〃Minister；〃　said　little　Pearl；　〃I　can　tell　thee　who　he　is！〃　　〃Quickly；　then；　child！〃　said　the　minister；　bending　his　ear　closeto　her　lips。　〃Quickly！…　and　as　low　as　thou　canst　whisper。〃　　Pearl　mumbled　something　into　his　ear；　that　sounded；　indeed；　likehuman　language；　but　was　only　such　gibberish　as　children　may　be　heardamusing　themselves　with；　by　the　hour　together。　At　all　events；　if　itinvolved　any　secret　information　in　regard　to　old　RogerChillingworth；　it　was　in　a　tongue　unknown　to　the　erudite　clergyman；and　did　but　increase　the　bewilderment　of　his　mind。　The　elvish　childthen　laughed　aloud。　　〃Dost　thou　mock　me　now？〃　said　the　minister。　　〃Thou　wast　not　bold！…　thou　wast　not　true！〃　answered　the　child。　〃Thouwouldst　not　promise　to　take　my　hand；　and　mother's　hand；　to…morrownoontide！〃　　〃Worthy　sir；〃　answered　the　physician；　who　had　now　advanced　to　thefoot　of　the　platform。　〃Pious　Master　Dimmesdale！　can　this　be　you？　Well；well；　indeed！　We　men　of　study；　whose　heads　are　in　our　books；　have　needto　be　straitly　looked　after！　We　dream　in　our　waking　moments；　andwalk　in　our　sleep。　e；　good　sir；　and　my　dear　friend；　I　pray　you；　letme　lead　you　home！〃　　〃How　knewest　thou　that　I　was　here？〃　asked　the　minister　fearfully。　　〃Verily；　and　in　good　faith；〃　answered　Roger　Chillingworth；　〃I　knewnothing　of　the　matter。　I　had　spent　the　better　part　of　the　night　at　thebedside　of　the　worshipful　Governor　Winthrop；　doing　what　my　poorskill　might　to　give　him　ease。　He　going　home　to　a　better　world；　I；likewise；　was　on　my　way　homeward；　when　this　strange　light　shone　out。e　with　me；　I　beseech　you；　reverend　sir；　else　you　will　be　poorlyable　to　do　Sabbath　duty　to…morrow。　Aha！　see　now；　how　they　troublethe　brain…　these　books！…　these　books！　You　should　study　less；　good　sir；and　take　a　little　pastime；　or　these　night…whimseys　will　grow　uponyou。〃　　〃I　will　go　home　with　you；〃　said　Mr。　Dimmesdale。　　With　a　chill　despondency；　like　one　awaking；　all　nerveless；　from　anugly　dream；　be　yielded　himself　to　the　physician；　and　was　led　away。　　The　next　day；　however；　being　the　Sabbath；　he　preached　a　discoursewhich　was　held　to　be　the　richest　and　most　powerful；　and　the　mostreplete　with　heavenly　influences；　that　had　ever　proceeded　from　hislips。　Souls；　it　is　said；　more　souls　than　one；　were　brought　to　thetruth　by　the　efficacy　of　that　sermon；　and　vowed　within　themselves　tocherish　a　holy　gratitude　towards　Mr。　Dimmesdale　throughout　the　longhereafter。　But；　as　he　came　down　the　pulpit　steps；　the　grey…beardedsexton　met　him；　holding　up　a　black　glove；　which　the　ministerrecognised　as　his　own。　　〃It　was　found；〃　said　the　sexton；　〃this　morning；　on　the　scaffoldwhere　evil…doers　are　set　up　to　public　shame。　Satan　dropped　it　there；　Itake　it；　intending　a　scurrilous　jest　against　your　reverence。　But；indeed；　he　was　blind　and　foolish；　as　he　ever　and　always　is。　A　purehand　needs　no　glove　to　cover　it！〃　　〃Thank　you；　my　good　friend；〃　said　the　minister　gravely；　but　startledat　heart；　for；　so　confused　was　his　remembrance；　that　he　had　almostbrought　himself　to　look　at　the　events　of　the　past　night　asvisionary。　〃Yes；　it　seems　to　be　my　glove；　indeed！〃　　〃And；　since　Satan　saw　fit　to　steal　it；　your　reverence　must　needshandle　him　without　gloves；　henceforward；〃　remarked　the　old　sexton；grimly　smiling。　〃But　did　your　reverence　hear　of　the　portent　that　wasseen　last　night？…　a　great　red　letter　in　the　sky…　the　letter　A；　whichwe　interpret　to　stand　for　Angel。　For；　as　our　good　Governor　Winthropwas　made　an　angel　this　past　night；　it　was　doubtless　held　fit　thatthere　should　be　some　notice　thereof！〃　　〃No；〃　answered　the　minister；　〃I　had　not　heard　of　it。〃　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　XIII。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ANOTHER　VIEW　OF　HESTER。　　IN　her　late　singular　interview　with　Mr。　Dimmesdale；　Hester　Prynnewas　shocked　at　the　condition　to　which　she　found　the　clergyman　reduced。His　nerve　seemed　absolutely　destroyed。　His　moral　force　was　abased　intomore　than　childish　weakness。　It　grovelled　helpless　on　the　ground；　evenwhile　his　intellectual　faculties　retained　their　pristine　strength；or　had　perhaps　acquired　a　morbid　energy；　which　disease　only　could　havegiven　them。　With　her　knowledge　of　a　train　of　circumstances　hidden　fromall　others；　she　could　readily　infer　that；　besides　the　legitimateaction　of　his　own　conscience；　a　terrible　machinery　had　been　brought　tobear；　and　was　still　operating；　on　Mr。　Dimmesdale's　well…being　andrepose。　Knowing　what　this　poor　fallen　man　had　once　been；　her　wholesoul　was　moved　by　the　shuddering　terror　with　which　he　had　appealedto　her…　the　outcast　woman…　for　support　against　his　instinctivelydiscovered　enemy。　She　decided；　moreover；　that　he　had　a　right　to　herutmost　aid。　Little　accustomed；　in　her　long　seclusion　from　society；to　measure　her　ideas　of　right　and　wrong　by　any　standard　external　toherself；　Hester　saw…　or　seemed　to　see…　that　there　lay　aresponsibility　upon　her；　in　reference　to　the　clergyman；　which　she　owedto　no　other；　nor　to　the　whole　world　besides。　The　links　that　united　herto　the　rest　of　human　kind…　links　of　flowers；　or　silk；　or　gold；　orwhatever　the　material…　had　all　been　broken。　Here　was　the　iron　linkof　mutual　crime；　which　neither　he　nor　she　could　break。　Like　allother　ties；　it　brought　along　with　it　its　obligations。　　Hester　Prynne　did　not　now　occupy　precisely　the　same　position　inwhich　we　beheld　her　during　the　earlier　periods　of　her　ignominy。Years　had　e　and　gone。　Pearl　was　now　seven　years　old。　Her　mother；with　the　scarlet　letter　on　her　breast；　glittering　in　its　fantasticembroidery；　had　long　been　a　familiar　object　to　the　townspeople。　Asis　apt　to　be　the　case　when　a　person　stands　out　in　any　prominencebefore　the　munity；　and；　at　the　same　time；　interferes　neither　withpublic　nor　individual　interests　and　convenience；　a　species　ofgeneral　regard　had　ultimately　grown　up　in　reference　to　HesterPrynne。　It　is　to　the　credit　of　human　nature；　that；　except　where　itsselfishness　is　brought　into　play；　it　loves　more　readily　than　it　hates。Hatred；　by　a　gradual　and　quiet　process；　will　even　be　transformed　tolove；　unless　the　change　be　impeded　by　a　continually　new　irritationof　the　original　feeling　of　hostility。　In　this　matter　of　Hester　Prynne；there　was　neither　irritation　nor　irksomeness。　She　never　battled　withthe　public；　but　submitted；　unplainingly；　to　its　worst　usage；　shemade　no　claim　upon　it；　in　requital　for　what　she　suffered；　she　didnot　weigh　upon　its　sympathies。　Then；　also；　the　blameless　purity　of　herlife　during　all　these　years　in　which　she　had　been　set　apart　to　infamy；was　reckoned　largely　in　her　favour。　With　nothing　now　to　lose；　in　thesight　of　mankind；　and　with　no　hope；　and　seemingly　no　wish；　ofgaining　anything；　it　could　only　be　a　genuine　regard　for　virtue　thathad　brought　back　the　poor　wanderer　to　its　paths。　　It　was　perceived；　too；　that　while　Hester　never　put　forward　eventhe　humblest　title　to　share　in　the　world's　privileges…　further　than　tobreathe　the　mon　air；　and　earn　daily　bread　for　little　Pearl　andherself　by　the　faithful　labour　of　her　hands…　she　was　quick　toacknowledge　her　sisterhood　with　the　race　of　man；　whenever　benefitswere　to　be　conferred。　None　so　ready　as　she　to　give　of　her　littlesubstance　to　every　demand　of　poverty；　even　though　the　bitter…heartedpauper　threw　back　a　gibe　in　requital　of　the　food　brought　regularlyto　his　door；　or　the　garments　wrought　for　him　by　the　fingers　that　couldhave　embroidered　a　monarch's　robe。　None　so　self…devoted　as　Hester；when　pestilence　stalked　through　the　town。　In　all　seasons　ofcalamity；　indeed；　whether　general　or　of　individuals；　the　outcast　ofsociety　at　once　found　her　place。　She　came；　not　as　a　guest；　but　as　arightful　inmate　into　the　household　that　was　darkened　by　trouble；　as　ifits　gloomy　twilight　were　a　medium　in　which　she　was　entitled　to　holdintercourse　with　her　fellow…creatures。　There　glimmered　the　embroideredletter；　with　fort　in　its　unearthly　ray。　Elsewhere　the　token　of　sin；it　was　the　taper　of　the　sick…chamber。　It　had　even　thrown　its　gleam；　inthe　sufferer's　hard　extremity；　across　the　verge　of　time。　It　hadshown　him　where　to　set　his　foot；　while　the　light　of　earth　was　fastbeing　dim；　and　ere　the　light　of　futurity　could　reach　him。　In　suchemergencies；　Hester's　nature　showed　itself　warm　and　rich；　awell…spring　of　human　tenderness；　unfailing　to　every　real　demand；　andinexhaustible　by　the　largest。　Her　breast；　with　its　badge　of　shame；　wasbut　the　softer　pillow　for　the　head　that　needed　one。　She　wasself…ordained　a　Sister　of　Mercy；　or；　we　may　rather　say；　the　world'sheavy　hand　had　so　ordained　her；　when　neither　the　world　nor　shelooked　forward　to　this　result。　The　letter　was　the　symbol　of　hercalling。　Such　helpfulness　was　found　in　her…　so　much　power　to　do；　andpower　to　sympathise…　that　many　people　refused　to　interpret　the　scarletA　by　its　original　signification。　They　said　that　it　meant　Able；　sostrong　was　Hester　Prynne；　with　a　woman's　strength。　　It　was　only　the　darkened　house　that　could　contain　her。　When　sunshinecame　again；　she　was　not　there。　Her　shadow　had　faded　across　thethreshold。　The　helpful　inmate　had　departed；　without　one　backwardglance　to　gather　up　the　meed　of　gratitude；　if　any　were　in　the　heartsof　those　whom　she　had　served　so　zealously。　Meeting　them　in　the　street；she　never　raised　her　head　to　receive　their　greeting。　If　they　wereresolute　to　accost　her；　she　laid　her　finger　on　the　scarlet　letterand　passed　on。　This　might　be　pride；　but　was　so　like　humility；　thatit　produced　all　the　softening　influence　of　the　latter　quality　on　thepublic　mind。　The　public　is　despotic　in　its　temper；　it　is　capable　ofdenying　mon　justice；　when　too　strenuously　demanded　as　a　right；but　quite　as　frequently　it　awards　more　than　justice　when　the　appeal　ismade；　as　despots　love　to　have　it　made；　entirely　to　its　generosity。Interpreting　Hester　Prynne's　deportment　as　an　appeal　of　this　nature；society　was　inclined　to　show　its　former　victim　a　more　benigncountenance　than　she　cared　to　be　favoured　with；　or；　perchance；　thanshe　deserved。　　The　rulers；