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affection already answered appeared arms asked aspect beautiful beneath bosom breath brought character child Chillingworth close continued cried dark deep Dimmesdale earth expression eyes face fancy feel felt figure girl give half hand head heard heart Hester Prynne hold Hollingsworth human idea imagine keep kind knew lady laugh least leave less light little Pearl live look matter means mind minister moral mother nature never object observed once passed passion past Pearl perhaps person poor present Priscilla Roger scarlet letter secret seemed seen sense shadow side smile soon soul speak spirit stand step stood strange sympathy tell thee thing thou thought took trees true truth turned veil voice whole wild woman young Zenobia
Stran 299 - whispered she, bending her face down close to his. " Shall we not spend our immortal life together? Surely, surely, we have ransomed one another, with all this woe ! Thou lookest far into eternity, with those bright dying eyes ! Then tell me what thou seest ? " " Hush, Hester, hush ! " said he, with tremulous solemnity. " The law we broke ! — the sin here so awfully revealed ! — let these alone be in thy thoughts ! I fear ! I fear...
Stran 303 - It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.
Stran 54 - Finding it so directly on the threshold of our narrative, which is now about to issue from that inauspicious portal, we could hardly do otherwise than pluck one of its flowers, and present it to the reader. It may serve, let us hope, to symbolize some sweet moral blossom that may be found along the track, or relieve the darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow.
Stran 28 - It really vexes me," observed Zenobia, as we left the room, "that Mr. Hollingsworth should be such a laggard. I should not have thought him at all the sort of person to be turned back by a puff of contrary wind, or a few snow-flakes drifting into his face.
Stran 54 - The rust on the ponderous iron-work of its oaken door looked more antique than anything else in the New World. Like all that pertains to crime, it seemed never to have known a youthful era.
Stran 9 - Doubtless, however, either of these stern and black-browed Puritans would have thought it quite a sufficient retribution for his sins, that after so long a lapse of years the old trunk of the family tree, with so much venerable moss upon it, should have borne as its topmost bough an idler like myself. No aim that I have ever cherished would they recognize as laudable; no success of mine — if my life, beyond its domestic scope, had ever been brightened by success — would they deem otherwise than...
Stran 190 - ... she cast away the fragments of a broken chain. The world's law was no law for her mind. It was an age in which the human intellect, newly emancipated, had taken a more active and a wider range than for many centuriss before.
Stran 299 - Pearl kissed his lips. A spell was broken. The great scene of grief, in which the wild infant bore a part, had developed all her sympathies ; and as her tears fell upon her father's cheek, they were the pledge that she would grow up amid human joy and sorrow, nor forever do battle with the world, but be a woman in it.
Stran 9 - At all events, I, the present writer, as their representative, hereby take shame upon myself for their sakes, and pray that any curse incurred by them - as I have heard, and as the dreary and unprosperous condition of the race, for many a long year back, would argue to exist - may be now and henceforth removed.