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“Thou must know Pearl!” said she. “Our little Pearl! Thou hast seen her—yes, I know it!—but thou wilt see her now with other eyes. She is a strange child! I hardly comprehend her! But thou wilt love her dearly, as I do, and wilt advise me how to deal with her!”

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"Oh, Hester, thou art my better angel! I seem to have flung myself- sick, sin-stained and sorrow blackened- down upon these forest leaves, and to have risen up all made anew, and with new powers to glorify Him that hath been merciful! This is already the better life!"

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"But did you reverence hear of the portent that was seen last night? A great red letter in the sky, the letter A, which we interpret to stand for Angel. For, as our good Governor Winthrop was made an angel this past might, it was doubtless held fit that there should be some notice thereof!" (131) / "We impute it, therefore, solely to the disease in his own eye and heart, that the minister looking upward the zenith, beheld there the appearance of an immense letter, the letter A, marked out in lines of dull red light." (128)

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‘’.., Mr. Dimmesdale reached the spot where, now so long since, Hester Prynne had lived through her first hours of public ignominy. The same platform or scaffold, black and weather-stained with the storm or sunshine of seven long years and foot-worn too,..’’(Hawthorne 122).

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"Dreadful as it was, she was conscious of a shelter in the presence of these thousand witnesses."(Page 55)

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‘’, could Hester Prynne have heard her clear, bird-like voice mingling with the uproar if the other childish voices, and have distinguished and unravelled her own darling’s tones amid all the entangled outcry of a group of sportive children!’’(Hawthorne 77).

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"Her mother, while Pearl was yet an infant, grew acquainted with a certain peculiar look, that warned her when it would be labor thrown away to insist, persuade, or plead. It was a look of intelligent, yet inexplicable, so perverse, sometimes so malicious, but generally accompanied by wld flower of spirits, that Hester could not help questioning, at such moments, weather Pearl was a human child."(76)

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"thou knowest what is in my heart, and what are a mothers rights, and how much stronger they are, when that mother has a child and the scarlet letter, look thou! I will not lose the child!Look at it!"(page 94)

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"She remembered -betwixt a smile and a shudder- the talk of the neighboring townspeople; who seeking vainly elsewhere for the child's paternity. " 

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"She remembered -betwixt a smile and a shudder- the talk of the neighboring townspeople; who seeking vainly elsewhere for the child's paternity. " 

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"I whose footsteps as you suppose leave a gleam along my earthly track." (119)

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 "It was a face, fiendlike, full of smiling malice, yet bearing the semblance of features that she had known full well, though seldom with a smile, and never with malice in them" (page 91)

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 "It was a face, fiendlike, full of smiling malice, yet bearing the semblance of features that she had known full well, though seldom with a smile, and never with malice in them" (page 91)

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"Is Hesther Prynne less miserable, think you, for that the scarlet letter on her breast?" (112)

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“One day, as her mother stooped over the cradle, the infant’s eyes had been caught by the glimmering of the gold embroidery about the letter: and putting up her little hand, she grasped at it, smiling, … as if her mother’s agonized gesture were meant only to make sport for her, did little Pearl look into her eyes and smile”(Hawthorne 80).

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“...what, methinks, is the very truth, -that this boon was meant, above all things else, to keep the mother’s soul alive, and to preserve her from blacker depths of sin into which Satan might else have sought to plunge her!” (pg.95)

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 "But she named the infant 'Pearl,' as being of great price - purchased with all she had - her mother's only treasure!"  (page 84)

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 "But she named the infant 'Pearl,' as being of great price - purchased with all she had - her mother's only treasure!"  (page 84)

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It was inexpressibly sad — then what depth of sorrow to a mother, who felt in her own heart the cause — to observe, in one so young, this constant recognition of an adverse world, and so fierce a training of the energies that were to make good her cause in the contest that must ensue. (79)

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"O Father in Heaven-if Thou art still my Father-what is this being which I have brought into the world?" (79)

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‘’God gave me the child!’’ She cried. ‘’He gave her in requital of all things else which ye had taken from me. She is my happiness— she is my torture, none the less! Pearl keeps me here in life! Pearl Punishes me, too!’’ (Hawthorne 94).

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"It may be,’ he replied, ‘because I will not encounter

the dishonour 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. Recognise 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!’

‘I will keep thy secret, as I have his,’ said Hester.

‘Swear it!’ rejoined he.

And she took the oath." (Page 66)

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"It would be a sad injustice, the reader must understand, to represent all my excellent old friends as in their dotage."(page 15)

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¨Let her cover her mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.¨

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"I-a man of thought- the bookworm of great libraries- a man already in decay, having given my best years to feed the hungry dream of knowledge,-what had I to do with youth and beauty like thine own! (pg.63)

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“She bore in  her arms a child, a baby of some three months old, who  winked and turned aside its little face from the too vivid  light of day; because its existence, heretofore, had brought  it acquaintance only with the grey twilight of a dungeon,  or other darksome apartment of the prison.” (page 45)

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"Children, too young to comprehend wherefore this women should be shut out from the sphere of human charities, would creep nigh enough to behold her plying needle at the cottage-window, or standing in the door-wayor laboring in her little garden, or coming forth along the pathway that led townward; and, discerning the scarlet letter on her breast, would scamper off, with strange, contagious fear." (68)

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The young woman was tall, with a figure of perfect elegance, on a large scale. She had dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam, and a face which, besides being beautiful from regularity of feature and richness of complexion, had the impressiveness belonging to a marked brow and deep black eyes. (Pg, 46)

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“The door of the jail being flung open from within  there appeared, in the first place, like a black shadow  emerging into sunshine, the grim and gristly presence of  the town-beadle, with a sword by his side, and his staff of  office in his hand.” (Page 45)

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‘’It might be, too– doubtless it was so although she hid the secret from herself, and grew pale whenever it struggled out if her heart, like a serpent from its hole,--it might be that another feeling kept her within the scene and pathway that had been so fatal’’ (Hawthorne 67).

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“This rose-bush, by a chance has been kept alive in history; but whether it had survived out of the stern wilderness, so long after the fall of the gigantic pines and oaks that originally overshadow it, -or whether, as there is fair authority for believing, it had sprung under the footsteps of the sainted Ann Hutchinson,” (Page 42)

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"She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close behind them, like a ghost..." (pg.71)

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“On the breast of her gown, in fine red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic flourishes of gold thread, appeared the letter A” (Hawthorne 46).