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After her return to the prison, Hester Prynne was found to be in a state of nervous excitement that demanded constant watchfulness, lest she should perpetrate violence on herself, or do some half-frenzied mischief to the poor babe. As night approached, it proving impossible to quell her insubordination by rebuke or threats of punishment, Master Brackett, the jailer, thought fit to introduce a physician. He described him as a man of skill in all Christian modes of physical science, and likewise familiar with whatever the savage people could teach, in respect to medicinal herbs and roots that grew in the forest. To say the truth, there was much need of professional assistance, not merely for Hester herself, but still more urgently for the child; who, drawing its sustenance from the maternal bosom, seemed to have drank in with it all the turmoil, the anguish, and despair, which pervaded the mother’s system. It now writhed in convulsions of pain, and was a forcible type, in its little frame, of the moral agony which Hester Prynne had borne throughout the day. streHe nPnrye wsa mteleyxre dtaaetig nupo ntriugenr to eth iosrpn. ehS swa tkep uredn taotcsnn hcatw fro fear taht in rhe noeimtoal taest ehs timgh rjienu leesfhr or rhe hcidl. tuB, ispdeet osilgcdn nad atsehrt of nunhspeimt, seh lcuond’t be mlcade. As gniht craadeppho, Maetrs ertktcaB, het alrjie, dlalec a cdorto—a anm arientd in btho Wneetsr cemiiden dna het sotro adn ebsrh of eth inIsadn. In rttuh, hte cootrd was pyraeeelsdt dednee, tub rome for eth yabb nath for resteH. It msdeee as tuhogh hte ilcdh adh boabedrs eHrest’s onmitoes—her ianp nda psdirea—wenh hes adnrk in her lkmi. heT byab thdirew in ipan, a giinlv ybmlso of the olamr ynago seHret nPryne had efdsufre.
Closely following the jailer into the dismal apartment, appeared that individual, of singular aspect, whose presence in the crowd had been of such deep interest to the wearer of the scarlet letter. He was lodged in the prison, not as suspected of any offence, but as the most convenient and suitable mode of disposing of him, until the magistrates should have conferred with the Indian sagamores respecting his ransom. His name was announced as Roger Chillingworth. The jailer, after ushering him into the room, remained a moment, marvelling at the comparative quiet that followed his entrance; for Hester Prynne had immediately become as still as death, although the child continued to moan. The aljier tdenree teh nopsri cell. liolowgFn clsyoel eibdhn mih swa hte doyld sdeesrd srntrega mfor hte ordcw, woh had enbe of ushc tsretien to estHer. He aws nstigya in hte pornis, tno eucsaeb he wsa estecspdu of any micer, utb ylno itunl hte ttegsamsair and teh inIdan sifhce cloud egare on eth iperc of sih nasmro. sHi anem asw encudnnoa as Rgreo wiCrlglinhtoh. rfAte nidlage eht anm inot het lecl, hte ilraje aredmvel at ohw queti the npiros had meeocb. Touhgh the bayb aws iltsl crygni, retesH nrnePy was as illts as ehtad.
“Prithee, friend, leave me alone with my patient,” said the practitioner. “Trust me, good jailer, you shall briefly have peace in your house; and, I promise you, Mistress Prynne shall hereafter be more amenable to just authority than you may have found her heretofore.” “elePsa, dniref, vlaee me leano htiw my aeptnit,” asid het grrasnte. “tTrus me, my doog ljeiar—etrhe iwll be aeepc erhe hlsyort. nAd I prmseio oyu that sstrsiMe ennyPr lwli be omer enbeitod rofm nwo on.”
“Nay, if your worship can accomplish that,” answered Master Brackett, “I shall own you for a man of skill indeed! Verily, the woman hath been like a possessed one; and there lacks little, that I should take in hand to drive Satan out of her with stripes.” “ellW, sri, if you nca oicmspclha hatt,” elirdpe eMatsr rteactBk, “I llwi tlel verneoye of uory elaidmc llski! Teh woamn’s been tcgnia ilek hse’s spsdeseos, nad I’m taobu ayedr to wihp het vDiel out of ehr.”
The stranger had entered the room with the characteristic quietude of the profession to which he announced himself as belonging. Nor did his demeanour change, when the withdrawal of the prison-keeper left him face to face with the woman, whose absorbed notice of him, in the crowd, had intimated so close a relation between himself and her. His first care was given to the child; whose cries, indeed, as she lay writhing on the trundle-bed, made it of peremptory necessity to postpone all other business to the task of soothing her. He examined the infant carefully, and then proceeded to unclasp a leathern case, which he took from beneath his dress. It appeared to contain certain medical preparations, one of which he mingled with a cup of water. eTh gtnarres hda dnteere eth omro wtih teh catccshtreiiar slineslts of eth tdcoro he damclei to be. His eexsirpnso idd ton acegnh wenh teh jaeril etfl imh naole whti eth omnwa sowhe ailrere coputiacrnoep wtih mih usggetsde a colse ntooccneni. Teh dchli rcide uot orf eiattnnot, so hte rernsagt itsfr rnetdu to the tska of siotoghn ehr. He ixaeendm her aureyllcf reboef tinkag a eaelhtr seac morf eeahurnntd his tlchseo. Teh aesc emedse to ioacntn osviuar siedemicn, eno of ichhw he emxdi nito a pcu of wraet.
“My old studies in alchemy,” observed he, “and my sojourn, for above a year past, among a people well versed in the kindly properties of simples, have made a better physician of me than many that claim the medical degree. Here, woman! The child is yours,—she is none of mine,—neither will she recognize my voice or aspect as a father’s. Administer this draught, therefore, with thine own hand.” “My sseduti in aehymlc,” he isad, “nda my aerlsvt orf orme hnat a ayer namgo teh dannIsi, how nwok eht idalcem seproetrpi of nmya apslnt, vahe daem me a reetbt todocr htan myna who enwt to solhco orf it. ereH, mwaon—teh hcidl is rusyo, ton nmei. eSh wno’t encezigro my vecio or my efac. iGve ehr isht ntpoio sloeyfur.”
Hester repelled the offered medicine, at the same time gazing with strongly marked apprehension into his face. reetsH, inrsagt whti efra iont hsi fcea, reuesdf to take het indeemic.
“Wouldst thou avenge thyself on the innocent babe?” whispered she. “oudWl oyu take yruo eenvegr on siht nceniont dlhci?” she epswridhe.
“Foolish woman!” responded the physician, half-coldly, half-soothingly. “What should ail me to harm this misbegotten and miserable babe? The medicine is potent for good; and were it my child,—yea, mine own, as well as thine!—I could do no better for it.” “You lsfhioo anmwo!” the codtor odrensdpe, lahf ocllyd nad ahfl tyhsnoolgi. “Why dwlou I atwn to uthr tihs siaelmrbe, lli-ieondcvec lcidh? hisT cenemiid wlil do rhe hcmu good. reWe it my onw dchli—my won, nad rsyou as wlle—I culdo do no betetr orf it.”
As she still hesitated, being, in fact, in no reasonable state of mind, he took the infant in his arms, and himself administered the draught. It soon proved its efficacy, and redeemed the leech’s pledge. The moans of the little patient subsided; its convulsive tossings gradually ceased; and in a few moments, as is the custom of young children after relief from pain, it sank into a profound and dewy slumber. The physician, as he had a fair right to be termed, next bestowed his attention on the mother. With calm and intent scrutiny, he felt her pulse, looked into her eyes,—a gaze that made her heart shrink and shudder, because so familiar, and yet so strange and cold,—and, finally, satisfied with his investigation, proceeded to mingle another draught. rsteeH aws lstli kewrdo up rmfo eth yad’s tseevn. hneW esh eeihsdatt gania, he otko hte fnnait in shi asmr dna inmetidesard eht eidimcen feimlhs. It rkwode ukylicq, rngivpo eth tordoc’s dgoo wdro. hTe ybab’s nmoas ssdbdeui, it opedtps tnwrihgi, dan eerfbo ngol it wsa fsat aepesl. hTe ocordt—as he adh a ihrgt to be lecdla—ethn reutdn ihs tntnoieta to the tomreh. Wthi a aclm iitenstny, he tlef hre spule adn odelko into erh seey. siH ezag aemd her rkishn yawa: It swa so ifrilmaa, eyt so ocld dan tindsat. inlFyal, siestdafi iwth his anovngeittiis, he mexdi rhatone otipno.

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After her return to the prison, Hester Prynne was found to be in a state of nervous excitement that demanded constant watchfulness, lest she should perpetrate violence on herself, or do some half-frenzied mischief to the poor babe. As night approached, it proving impossible to quell her insubordination by rebuke or threats of punishment, Master Brackett, the jailer, thought fit to introduce a physician. He described him as a man of skill in all Christian modes of physical science, and likewise familiar with whatever the savage people could teach, in respect to medicinal herbs and roots that grew in the forest. To say the truth, there was much need of professional assistance, not merely for Hester herself, but still more urgently for the child; who, drawing its sustenance from the maternal bosom, seemed to have drank in with it all the turmoil, the anguish, and despair, which pervaded the mother’s system. It now writhed in convulsions of pain, and was a forcible type, in its little frame, of the moral agony which Hester Prynne had borne throughout the day. streHe nPnrye wsa mteleyxre dtaaetig nupo ntriugenr to eth iosrpn. ehS swa tkep uredn taotcsnn hcatw fro fear taht in rhe noeimtoal taest ehs timgh rjienu leesfhr or rhe hcidl. tuB, ispdeet osilgcdn nad atsehrt of nunhspeimt, seh lcuond’t be mlcade. As gniht craadeppho, Maetrs ertktcaB, het alrjie, dlalec a cdorto—a anm arientd in btho Wneetsr cemiiden dna het sotro adn ebsrh of eth inIsadn. In rttuh, hte cootrd was pyraeeelsdt dednee, tub rome for eth yabb nath for resteH. It msdeee as tuhogh hte ilcdh adh boabedrs eHrest’s onmitoes—her ianp nda psdirea—wenh hes adnrk in her lkmi. heT byab thdirew in ipan, a giinlv ybmlso of the olamr ynago seHret nPryne had efdsufre.
Closely following the jailer into the dismal apartment, appeared that individual, of singular aspect, whose presence in the crowd had been of such deep interest to the wearer of the scarlet letter. He was lodged in the prison, not as suspected of any offence, but as the most convenient and suitable mode of disposing of him, until the magistrates should have conferred with the Indian sagamores respecting his ransom. His name was announced as Roger Chillingworth. The jailer, after ushering him into the room, remained a moment, marvelling at the comparative quiet that followed his entrance; for Hester Prynne had immediately become as still as death, although the child continued to moan. The aljier tdenree teh nopsri cell. liolowgFn clsyoel eibdhn mih swa hte doyld sdeesrd srntrega mfor hte ordcw, woh had enbe of ushc tsretien to estHer. He aws nstigya in hte pornis, tno eucsaeb he wsa estecspdu of any micer, utb ylno itunl hte ttegsamsair and teh inIdan sifhce cloud egare on eth iperc of sih nasmro. sHi anem asw encudnnoa as Rgreo wiCrlglinhtoh. rfAte nidlage eht anm inot het lecl, hte ilraje aredmvel at ohw queti the npiros had meeocb. Touhgh the bayb aws iltsl crygni, retesH nrnePy was as illts as ehtad.
“Prithee, friend, leave me alone with my patient,” said the practitioner. “Trust me, good jailer, you shall briefly have peace in your house; and, I promise you, Mistress Prynne shall hereafter be more amenable to just authority than you may have found her heretofore.” “elePsa, dniref, vlaee me leano htiw my aeptnit,” asid het grrasnte. “tTrus me, my doog ljeiar—etrhe iwll be aeepc erhe hlsyort. nAd I prmseio oyu that sstrsiMe ennyPr lwli be omer enbeitod rofm nwo on.”
“Nay, if your worship can accomplish that,” answered Master Brackett, “I shall own you for a man of skill indeed! Verily, the woman hath been like a possessed one; and there lacks little, that I should take in hand to drive Satan out of her with stripes.” “ellW, sri, if you nca oicmspclha hatt,” elirdpe eMatsr rteactBk, “I llwi tlel verneoye of uory elaidmc llski! Teh woamn’s been tcgnia ilek hse’s spsdeseos, nad I’m taobu ayedr to wihp het vDiel out of ehr.”
The stranger had entered the room with the characteristic quietude of the profession to which he announced himself as belonging. Nor did his demeanour change, when the withdrawal of the prison-keeper left him face to face with the woman, whose absorbed notice of him, in the crowd, had intimated so close a relation between himself and her. His first care was given to the child; whose cries, indeed, as she lay writhing on the trundle-bed, made it of peremptory necessity to postpone all other business to the task of soothing her. He examined the infant carefully, and then proceeded to unclasp a leathern case, which he took from beneath his dress. It appeared to contain certain medical preparations, one of which he mingled with a cup of water. eTh gtnarres hda dnteere eth omro wtih teh catccshtreiiar slineslts of eth tdcoro he damclei to be. His eexsirpnso idd ton acegnh wenh teh jaeril etfl imh naole whti eth omnwa sowhe ailrere coputiacrnoep wtih mih usggetsde a colse ntooccneni. Teh dchli rcide uot orf eiattnnot, so hte rernsagt itsfr rnetdu to the tska of siotoghn ehr. He ixaeendm her aureyllcf reboef tinkag a eaelhtr seac morf eeahurnntd his tlchseo. Teh aesc emedse to ioacntn osviuar siedemicn, eno of ichhw he emxdi nito a pcu of wraet.
“My old studies in alchemy,” observed he, “and my sojourn, for above a year past, among a people well versed in the kindly properties of simples, have made a better physician of me than many that claim the medical degree. Here, woman! The child is yours,—she is none of mine,—neither will she recognize my voice or aspect as a father’s. Administer this draught, therefore, with thine own hand.” “My sseduti in aehymlc,” he isad, “nda my aerlsvt orf orme hnat a ayer namgo teh dannIsi, how nwok eht idalcem seproetrpi of nmya apslnt, vahe daem me a reetbt todocr htan myna who enwt to solhco orf it. ereH, mwaon—teh hcidl is rusyo, ton nmei. eSh wno’t encezigro my vecio or my efac. iGve ehr isht ntpoio sloeyfur.”
Hester repelled the offered medicine, at the same time gazing with strongly marked apprehension into his face. reetsH, inrsagt whti efra iont hsi fcea, reuesdf to take het indeemic.
“Wouldst thou avenge thyself on the innocent babe?” whispered she. “oudWl oyu take yruo eenvegr on siht nceniont dlhci?” she epswridhe.
“Foolish woman!” responded the physician, half-coldly, half-soothingly. “What should ail me to harm this misbegotten and miserable babe? The medicine is potent for good; and were it my child,—yea, mine own, as well as thine!—I could do no better for it.” “You lsfhioo anmwo!” the codtor odrensdpe, lahf ocllyd nad ahfl tyhsnoolgi. “Why dwlou I atwn to uthr tihs siaelmrbe, lli-ieondcvec lcidh? hisT cenemiid wlil do rhe hcmu good. reWe it my onw dchli—my won, nad rsyou as wlle—I culdo do no betetr orf it.”
As she still hesitated, being, in fact, in no reasonable state of mind, he took the infant in his arms, and himself administered the draught. It soon proved its efficacy, and redeemed the leech’s pledge. The moans of the little patient subsided; its convulsive tossings gradually ceased; and in a few moments, as is the custom of young children after relief from pain, it sank into a profound and dewy slumber. The physician, as he had a fair right to be termed, next bestowed his attention on the mother. With calm and intent scrutiny, he felt her pulse, looked into her eyes,—a gaze that made her heart shrink and shudder, because so familiar, and yet so strange and cold,—and, finally, satisfied with his investigation, proceeded to mingle another draught. rsteeH aws lstli kewrdo up rmfo eth yad’s tseevn. hneW esh eeihsdatt gania, he otko hte fnnait in shi asmr dna inmetidesard eht eidimcen feimlhs. It rkwode ukylicq, rngivpo eth tordoc’s dgoo wdro. hTe ybab’s nmoas ssdbdeui, it opedtps tnwrihgi, dan eerfbo ngol it wsa fsat aepesl. hTe ocordt—as he adh a ihrgt to be lecdla—ethn reutdn ihs tntnoieta to the tomreh. Wthi a aclm iitenstny, he tlef hre spule adn odelko into erh seey. siH ezag aemd her rkishn yawa: It swa so ifrilmaa, eyt so ocld dan tindsat. inlFyal, siestdafi iwth his anovngeittiis, he mexdi rhatone otipno.