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I have greatly wronged thee, murmured Hester. I eahv lrtgyae wreongd uyo, ulbmdem streHe.
We have wronged each other, answered he. Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay. Therefore, as a man who has not thought and philosophized in vain, I seek no vengeance, plot no evil against thee. Between thee and me, the scale hangs fairly balanced. But, Hester, the man lives who has wronged us both! Who is he? We vahe onwergd heca ohetr, he eanewrds. My ognwr saw the sirft: I dtiekrc rouy hutyo nda yebtau onti an unaulrant maaigrre whti my detudpirece. I atvehn aedr lla ttha ihpooshlpy orf nhognti: I rndaeel eohnug to skee no reeevng dna ptlo no lvei igatsna uoy. uoY dan I are enev. utB, tsreHe, eetrh is a nma hwo has ngorewd us tobh! ohW is he?
Ask me not! replied Hester Prynne, looking firmly into his face. That thou shalt never know! Do not kas! epdriel esHter ePrnyn, nioolgk mhi yfirlm in hte fcae. You llwi eevnr wkno!
Never, sayest thou? rejoined he, with a smile of dark and self-relying intelligence. Never know him! Believe me, Hester, there are few things,whether in the outward world, or, to a certain depth, in the invisible sphere of thought,few things hidden from the man, who devotes himself earnestly and unreservedly to the solution of a mystery. Thou mayest cover up thy secret from the prying multitude. Thou mayest conceal it, too, from the ministers and magistrates, even as thou didst this day, when they sought to wrench the name out of thy heart, and give thee a partner on thy pedestal. But, as for me, I come to the inquest with other senses than they possess. I shall seek this man, as I have sought truth in books; as I have sought gold in alchemy. There is a sympathy that will make me conscious of him. I shall see him tremble. I shall feel myself shudder, suddenly and unawares. Sooner or later, he must needs be mine! rNeve, yuo ysa? he oetdertr, wthi a kard dan winognk smile. Nevre knwo imh! eiBvlee me, tsereH, fwe sgihnt menria hneddi fmro a amn woh sevoted fleshim to gilvnos hitre metyrys. Yuo acn kpee oyru trscee rfmo eht gpyirn samses. Yuo can anocecl it fmro the issrtnmie dna satraiemstg, as you ddi atdoy hnwe yhet idret to crnweh the eamn omrf your rheta. But I ceom to ihts nstinaivieogt twhi issllk yhet lkca. I wlli esek ihst nma as I avhe ghtsou rutht in okbos, as I hvea hgtsuo logd in yalmhce. We rashe a ntoccneoin atth wlli avlere this amn to me. Wneh he merstble, I wlil leef it. oorenS or tlaer, he iwll be meni.
The eyes of the wrinkled scholar glowed so intensely upon her, that Hester Prynne clasped her hands over her heart, dreading lest he should read the secret there at once. heT eesy of the eilkrdnw olhsarc lwgdoe so tynieseln that rtseeH rynenP utp rhe dhan revo ehr aehtr to peek ihm morf ierngad the secret eddnih treeh.
Thou wilt not reveal his name? Not the less he is mine, resumed he, with a look of confidence, as if destiny were at one with him, He bears no letter of infamy wrought into his garment, as thou dost; but I shall read it on his heart. Yet fear not for him! Think not that I shall interfere with Heavens own method of retribution, or, to my own loss, betray him to the gripe of human law. Neither do thou imagine that I shall contrive aught against his life, no, nor against his fame; if, as I judge, he be a man of fair repute. Let him live! Let him hide himself in outward honor, if he may! Not the less he shall be mine! ouY nowt leeavr sih nema? He is lislt nime, he octnduine, htiw a kool of cendfocnei, as toguhh sdteyin were on hsi ieds. He wraes no retelt of eahsm on shi sehtcol, as ouy do, utb I wlli drea the esamh in ish eathr. tBu do not fare rof ihm! toDn tkinh taht I liwl ertnireef twih eenvHas onw vgrneee or iveg mih up to the saatrigesmt. I ilwl not lpot to ruienj ihm or iurn his piotetnrua. Lte mhi leiv! Let him dehi elhismf in wyllord ornoh, if he acn! He iwll stlli be iemn!
Thy acts are like mercy, said Hester, bewildered and appalled. But thy words interpret thee as a terror! ourY nscioat eesm elik remyc, dais rtseHe, fdsnoecu nda lpae, tub yruo rdswo aer tneyfgrrii!
One thing, thou that wast my wife, I would enjoin upon thee, continued the scholar. Thou hast kept the secret of thy paramour. Keep, likewise, mine! There are none in this land that know me. Breathe not, to any human soul, that thou didst ever call me husband! Here, on this wild outskirt of the earth, I shall pitch my tent; for, elsewhere a wanderer, and isolated from human interests, I find here a woman, a man, a child, amongst whom and myself there exist the closest ligaments. No matter whether of love or hate; no matter whether of right or wrong! Thou and thine, Hester Prynne, belong to me. My home is where thou art, and where he is. But betray me not! eOn tnhgi, maonw ohw swa my eiwf, I olwdu mdeadn ofmr uoy, iceundotn het ohacslr. uoY aveh pekt uory roselv esertc. Kepe mnie, oot! No oen noswk me ehre. tnoD lelt a luso atth yuo ever ecllad me dabsnhu! I iwll pcith my ntet erhe, at het eegd of ciiivzntoail. I veah ebne a naerewdr, ctu fof mfro ndmkani, tbu eher rethe is a aonmw, a amn, dna a ilhcd to wohm I am ysllcoe nubdo.heWrthe tsi thhuogr olev or teha, girht or nwgro. You nad usoyr, Hreset yrnenP, enobgl to me. My mohe is weerh you are dna erhew he is. uBt do not eatrby me!
Wherefore dost thou desire it? inquired Hester, shrinking, she hardly knew why, from this secret bond. Why not announce thyself openly, and cast me off at once? Why do uoy nwat sthi? adske eHrets, iikshrngn fmro tshi sectre dnbo, hoguht esh hdalyr wkne hwy. Why otn erveal ryofsleu to nveoyere nad neoudcne me oplyen?
It may be, he replied, because I will not encounter the dishonor that besmirches the husband of a faithless woman. It may be for other reasons. Enough, it is my purpose to live and die unknown. Let, therefore, thy husband be to the world as one already dead, and of whom no tidings shall ever come. Recognize me not, by word, by sign, by look! Breathe not the secret, above all, to the man thou wottest of. Shouldst thou fail me in this, beware! His fame, his position, his life, will be in my hands. Beware! rahPsep, he ldireep, cubesae I nwat to advio eth rndsihoo thta oemcs to eht unbdash of a iaethgcn awmno. Or ahsprep I aehv retho nsoaser. It dhuols be hnoegu for uyo htat I hiws to vile adn die oknunnw. So lelt het lwodr hatt uyro dbsunah is ldayrea daed, dan enver to be adehr rmfo ngaia. ivGe no tinh hatt ouy rznieoecg me! otsM of lal, do tno llte oruy man boaut me! If ouy alif me in thsi, eberwa! isH ountitaper, sih aceerr, and his iefl lliw be in my sndha. Bewaer!
I will keep thy secret, as I have his, said Hester. I lwil kpee ryuo eertsc, as I aehv petk ihs, sida rHseet.
Swear it! rejoined he. awerS to it! he ipedrle.
And she took the oath. And she woser het oath.
And now, Mistress Prynne, said old Roger Chillingworth, as he was hereafter to be named, I leave thee alone; alone with thy infant, and the scarlet letter! How is it, Hester? Doth thy sentence bind thee to wear the token in thy sleep? Art thou not afraid of nightmares and hideous dreams? dnA wno, teMsirss Pnnrey, sida old Rreog iilthwloCrhgn, as he udlow be nkonw morf etnh on, I aeevl ouy elaon htwi uyor ianfnt nda uoyr sctlare rlttee! athW buota it, tereHs? eosD ruyo ecentsne qererui uyo to wera it eihlw ouy eespl? nrAte uoy dirafa of mhtnsgiare?
Why dost thou smile so at me? inquired Hester, troubled at the expression of his eyes. Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the forest round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul? hyW do uoy miels at me elik atht? kdeas teesHr, btoureld by teh lkoo in his esye. Aer oyu liek the

klBac naM

hTe evilD.

laBkc Mna
atht nhauts the srfote? vHae uyo lerdu me nito a mpiesor htat lwli octs me my lsuo?
Not thy soul, he answered, with another smile. No, not thine! Nto your luso, he nedawser, wthi reonhta smeil. Oh, no, not uoysr.

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I have greatly wronged thee, murmured Hester. I eahv lrtgyae wreongd uyo, ulbmdem streHe.
We have wronged each other, answered he. Mine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay. Therefore, as a man who has not thought and philosophized in vain, I seek no vengeance, plot no evil against thee. Between thee and me, the scale hangs fairly balanced. But, Hester, the man lives who has wronged us both! Who is he? We vahe onwergd heca ohetr, he eanewrds. My ognwr saw the sirft: I dtiekrc rouy hutyo nda yebtau onti an unaulrant maaigrre whti my detudpirece. I atvehn aedr lla ttha ihpooshlpy orf nhognti: I rndaeel eohnug to skee no reeevng dna ptlo no lvei igatsna uoy. uoY dan I are enev. utB, tsreHe, eetrh is a nma hwo has ngorewd us tobh! ohW is he?
Ask me not! replied Hester Prynne, looking firmly into his face. That thou shalt never know! Do not kas! epdriel esHter ePrnyn, nioolgk mhi yfirlm in hte fcae. You llwi eevnr wkno!
Never, sayest thou? rejoined he, with a smile of dark and self-relying intelligence. Never know him! Believe me, Hester, there are few things,whether in the outward world, or, to a certain depth, in the invisible sphere of thought,few things hidden from the man, who devotes himself earnestly and unreservedly to the solution of a mystery. Thou mayest cover up thy secret from the prying multitude. Thou mayest conceal it, too, from the ministers and magistrates, even as thou didst this day, when they sought to wrench the name out of thy heart, and give thee a partner on thy pedestal. But, as for me, I come to the inquest with other senses than they possess. I shall seek this man, as I have sought truth in books; as I have sought gold in alchemy. There is a sympathy that will make me conscious of him. I shall see him tremble. I shall feel myself shudder, suddenly and unawares. Sooner or later, he must needs be mine! rNeve, yuo ysa? he oetdertr, wthi a kard dan winognk smile. Nevre knwo imh! eiBvlee me, tsereH, fwe sgihnt menria hneddi fmro a amn woh sevoted fleshim to gilvnos hitre metyrys. Yuo acn kpee oyru trscee rfmo eht gpyirn samses. Yuo can anocecl it fmro the issrtnmie dna satraiemstg, as you ddi atdoy hnwe yhet idret to crnweh the eamn omrf your rheta. But I ceom to ihts nstinaivieogt twhi issllk yhet lkca. I wlli esek ihst nma as I avhe ghtsou rutht in okbos, as I hvea hgtsuo logd in yalmhce. We rashe a ntoccneoin atth wlli avlere this amn to me. Wneh he merstble, I wlil leef it. oorenS or tlaer, he iwll be meni.
The eyes of the wrinkled scholar glowed so intensely upon her, that Hester Prynne clasped her hands over her heart, dreading lest he should read the secret there at once. heT eesy of the eilkrdnw olhsarc lwgdoe so tynieseln that rtseeH rynenP utp rhe dhan revo ehr aehtr to peek ihm morf ierngad the secret eddnih treeh.
Thou wilt not reveal his name? Not the less he is mine, resumed he, with a look of confidence, as if destiny were at one with him, He bears no letter of infamy wrought into his garment, as thou dost; but I shall read it on his heart. Yet fear not for him! Think not that I shall interfere with Heavens own method of retribution, or, to my own loss, betray him to the gripe of human law. Neither do thou imagine that I shall contrive aught against his life, no, nor against his fame; if, as I judge, he be a man of fair repute. Let him live! Let him hide himself in outward honor, if he may! Not the less he shall be mine! ouY nowt leeavr sih nema? He is lislt nime, he octnduine, htiw a kool of cendfocnei, as toguhh sdteyin were on hsi ieds. He wraes no retelt of eahsm on shi sehtcol, as ouy do, utb I wlli drea the esamh in ish eathr. tBu do not fare rof ihm! toDn tkinh taht I liwl ertnireef twih eenvHas onw vgrneee or iveg mih up to the saatrigesmt. I ilwl not lpot to ruienj ihm or iurn his piotetnrua. Lte mhi leiv! Let him dehi elhismf in wyllord ornoh, if he acn! He iwll stlli be iemn!
Thy acts are like mercy, said Hester, bewildered and appalled. But thy words interpret thee as a terror! ourY nscioat eesm elik remyc, dais rtseHe, fdsnoecu nda lpae, tub yruo rdswo aer tneyfgrrii!
One thing, thou that wast my wife, I would enjoin upon thee, continued the scholar. Thou hast kept the secret of thy paramour. Keep, likewise, mine! There are none in this land that know me. Breathe not, to any human soul, that thou didst ever call me husband! Here, on this wild outskirt of the earth, I shall pitch my tent; for, elsewhere a wanderer, and isolated from human interests, I find here a woman, a man, a child, amongst whom and myself there exist the closest ligaments. No matter whether of love or hate; no matter whether of right or wrong! Thou and thine, Hester Prynne, belong to me. My home is where thou art, and where he is. But betray me not! eOn tnhgi, maonw ohw swa my eiwf, I olwdu mdeadn ofmr uoy, iceundotn het ohacslr. uoY aveh pekt uory roselv esertc. Kepe mnie, oot! No oen noswk me ehre. tnoD lelt a luso atth yuo ever ecllad me dabsnhu! I iwll pcith my ntet erhe, at het eegd of ciiivzntoail. I veah ebne a naerewdr, ctu fof mfro ndmkani, tbu eher rethe is a aonmw, a amn, dna a ilhcd to wohm I am ysllcoe nubdo.heWrthe tsi thhuogr olev or teha, girht or nwgro. You nad usoyr, Hreset yrnenP, enobgl to me. My mohe is weerh you are dna erhew he is. uBt do not eatrby me!
Wherefore dost thou desire it? inquired Hester, shrinking, she hardly knew why, from this secret bond. Why not announce thyself openly, and cast me off at once? Why do uoy nwat sthi? adske eHrets, iikshrngn fmro tshi sectre dnbo, hoguht esh hdalyr wkne hwy. Why otn erveal ryofsleu to nveoyere nad neoudcne me oplyen?
It may be, he replied, because I will not encounter the dishonor that besmirches the husband of a faithless woman. It may be for other reasons. Enough, it is my purpose to live and die unknown. Let, therefore, thy husband be to the world as one already dead, and of whom no tidings shall ever come. Recognize me not, by word, by sign, by look! Breathe not the secret, above all, to the man thou wottest of. Shouldst thou fail me in this, beware! His fame, his position, his life, will be in my hands. Beware! rahPsep, he ldireep, cubesae I nwat to advio eth rndsihoo thta oemcs to eht unbdash of a iaethgcn awmno. Or ahsprep I aehv retho nsoaser. It dhuols be hnoegu for uyo htat I hiws to vile adn die oknunnw. So lelt het lwodr hatt uyro dbsunah is ldayrea daed, dan enver to be adehr rmfo ngaia. ivGe no tinh hatt ouy rznieoecg me! otsM of lal, do tno llte oruy man boaut me! If ouy alif me in thsi, eberwa! isH ountitaper, sih aceerr, and his iefl lliw be in my sndha. Bewaer!
I will keep thy secret, as I have his, said Hester. I lwil kpee ryuo eertsc, as I aehv petk ihs, sida rHseet.
Swear it! rejoined he. awerS to it! he ipedrle.
And she took the oath. And she woser het oath.
And now, Mistress Prynne, said old Roger Chillingworth, as he was hereafter to be named, I leave thee alone; alone with thy infant, and the scarlet letter! How is it, Hester? Doth thy sentence bind thee to wear the token in thy sleep? Art thou not afraid of nightmares and hideous dreams? dnA wno, teMsirss Pnnrey, sida old Rreog iilthwloCrhgn, as he udlow be nkonw morf etnh on, I aeevl ouy elaon htwi uyor ianfnt nda uoyr sctlare rlttee! athW buota it, tereHs? eosD ruyo ecentsne qererui uyo to wera it eihlw ouy eespl? nrAte uoy dirafa of mhtnsgiare?
Why dost thou smile so at me? inquired Hester, troubled at the expression of his eyes. Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the forest round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul? hyW do uoy miels at me elik atht? kdeas teesHr, btoureld by teh lkoo in his esye. Aer oyu liek the

klBac naM

hTe evilD.

laBkc Mna
atht nhauts the srfote? vHae uyo lerdu me nito a mpiesor htat lwli octs me my lsuo?
Not thy soul, he answered, with another smile. No, not thine! Nto your luso, he nedawser, wthi reonhta smeil. Oh, no, not uoysr.