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641
It
was
the
last
expression
of
the
despondency
of
a
broken
spirit
.
He
lacked
energy
to
grasp
the
better
fortune
that
seemed
within
his
reach
642
He
repeated
the
word
--
"
Alone
,
Hester
!
"
643
"
Thou
shall
not
go
alone
!
"
answered
she
,
in
a
deep
whisper
.
Then
,
all
was
spoken
!
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644
Arthur
Dimmesdale
gazed
into
Hester
's
face
with
a
look
in
which
hope
and
joy
shone
out
,
indeed
,
but
with
fear
betwixt
them
,
and
a
kind
of
horror
at
her
boldness
,
who
had
spoken
what
he
vaguely
hinted
at
,
but
dared
not
speak
.
645
But
Hester
Prynne
,
with
a
mind
of
native
courage
and
activity
,
and
for
so
long
a
period
not
merely
estranged
,
but
outlawed
from
society
,
had
habituated
herself
to
such
latitude
of
speculation
as
was
altogether
foreign
to
the
clergyman
.
She
had
wandered
,
without
rule
or
guidance
,
in
a
moral
wilderness
,
as
vast
,
as
intricate
,
and
shadowy
as
the
untamed
forest
,
amid
the
gloom
of
which
they
were
now
holding
a
colloquy
that
was
to
decide
their
fate
.
Her
intellect
and
heart
had
their
home
,
as
it
were
,
in
desert
places
,
where
she
roamed
as
freely
as
the
wild
Indian
in
his
woods
.
For
years
past
she
had
looked
from
this
estranged
point
of
view
at
human
institutions
,
and
whatever
priests
or
legislators
had
established
;
criticising
all
with
hardly
more
reverence
than
the
Indian
would
feel
for
the
clerical
band
,
the
judicial
robe
,
the
pillory
,
the
gallows
,
the
fireside
,
or
the
church
.
The
tendency
of
her
fate
and
fortunes
had
been
to
set
her
free
.
The
scarlet
letter
was
her
passport
into
regions
where
other
women
dared
not
tread
.
Shame
,
Despair
,
Solitude
!
These
had
been
her
teachers
--
stern
and
wild
ones
--
and
they
had
made
her
strong
,
but
taught
her
much
amiss
.
646
The
minister
,
on
the
other
hand
,
had
never
gone
through
an
experience
calculated
to
lead
him
beyond
the
scope
of
generally
received
laws
;
although
,
in
a
single
instance
,
he
had
so
fearfully
transgressed
one
of
the
most
sacred
of
them
.
But
this
had
been
a
sin
of
passion
,
not
of
principle
,
nor
even
purpose
.
Since
that
wretched
epoch
,
he
had
watched
with
morbid
zeal
and
minuteness
,
not
his
acts
--
for
those
it
was
easy
to
arrange
--
but
each
breath
of
emotion
,
and
his
every
thought
.
At
the
head
of
the
social
system
,
as
the
clergymen
of
that
day
stood
,
he
was
only
the
more
trammelled
by
its
regulations
,
its
principles
,
and
even
its
prejudices
.
As
a
priest
,
the
framework
of
his
order
inevitably
hemmed
him
in
.
As
a
man
who
had
once
sinned
,
but
who
kept
his
conscience
all
alive
and
painfully
sensitive
by
the
fretting
of
an
unhealed
wound
,
he
might
have
been
supposed
safer
within
the
line
of
virtue
than
if
he
had
never
sinned
at
all
.
647
Thus
we
seem
to
see
that
,
as
regarded
Hester
Prynne
,
the
whole
seven
years
of
outlaw
and
ignominy
had
been
little
other
than
a
preparation
for
this
very
hour
.
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648
But
Arthur
Dimmesdale
!
Were
such
a
man
once
more
to
fall
,
what
plea
could
be
urged
in
extenuation
of
his
crime
?
None
;
unless
it
avail
him
somewhat
that
he
was
broker
,
down
by
long
and
exquisite
suffering
;
that
his
mind
was
darkened
and
confused
by
the
very
remorse
which
harrowed
it
;
that
,
between
fleeing
as
an
avowed
criminal
,
and
remaining
as
a
hypocrite
,
conscience
might
find
it
hard
to
strike
the
balance
;
that
it
was
human
to
avoid
the
peril
of
death
and
infamy
,
and
the
inscrutable
machinations
of
an
enemy
;
that
,
finally
,
to
this
poor
pilgrim
,
on
his
dreary
and
desert
path
,
faint
,
sick
,
miserable
,
there
appeared
a
glimpse
of
human
affection
and
sympathy
,
a
new
life
,
and
a
true
one
,
in
exchange
for
the
heavy
doom
which
he
was
now
expiating
.
And
be
the
stern
and
sad
truth
spoken
,
that
the
breach
which
guilt
has
once
made
into
the
human
soul
is
never
,
in
this
mortal
state
,
repaired
.
It
may
be
watched
and
guarded
,
so
that
the
enemy
shall
not
force
his
way
again
into
the
citadel
,
and
might
even
in
his
subsequent
assaults
,
select
some
other
avenue
,
in
preference
to
that
where
he
had
formerly
succeeded
.
But
there
is
still
the
ruined
wall
,
and
near
it
the
stealthy
tread
of
the
foe
that
would
win
over
again
his
unforgotten
triumph
.
649
The
struggle
,
if
there
were
one
,
need
not
be
described
.
Let
it
suffice
that
the
clergyman
resolved
to
flee
,
and
not
alone
.
650
"
If
in
all
these
past
seven
years
,
"
thought
he
,
"
I
could
recall
one
instant
of
peace
or
hope
,
1
would
yet
endure
,
for
the
sake
of
that
earnest
of
Heaven
's
mercy
.