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"In the dim woods, that is was like the first encounter... of the two spirits who had been intimately connected in their former life."

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"On the outskirts of the town, within the verge of the peninsula, but not in close vicinity to any other habituation, there was a small thatched cottage. It had been built by an earlier settler, and abandoned, because the soil about it was too sterile for cultivation, while its comparative remoteness out it out of the sphere of that social activity which already marked the habits of the emigrants."

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"I have a strange fancy,' observed the sensitive minister, 'that this brook is the boundary between two worlds, and that thou canst never meet thy Pearl again'" Chapter 19, pg. 191

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"She saw the children of the settlement, on the grassy margin of the street, or at the domestic thresholds, disporting themselves in such grim fashion as the Puritanic nurture would permit...The truth was, that the little Puritans, being of the most intolerant brood that ever lived, had got the vague idea of something outlandish, unearthly, or at variance with ordinary fashions, in mother and child; and therefore scorned them in their hearts...Mother and daughter stood together in the same circle of seclusion from human society,"

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"Unsightly vegetation... In the soil that had so early borne the black flower of a civilized society, a prison."

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"Such was the sympathy of Nature — that wild, heathen Nature of the forest, never subjugated by human law."

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“So speaking, she undid the clasp that fastened the scarlet letter, and, taking it from her bosom, threw it to a distance among the withered leaves.”

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She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. 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. 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."

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"And having also the passes of the dark, inscrutable forest open to her, where the wildness of her nature might assimilate itself with a people whose customs and life were alien from the law that had condemned her."

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"an unequal match between the public on one side, and a lonely woman, backed by the sympathies of nature, on the other"

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"He, moving proudly past, enveloped, as it were, in the rich music, but the procession of majestic and venerable fathers; he, so attainable and his worldly position, and still more so in that far vista of his unsympathizing thoughts, through which she now beheld him! Her spirit sank with the idea that all must have been a delusion, and that, vividly as she had dreamed it, there could be no real bond between the clergyman and herself."

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"Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world."

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"'Mother,' said little Pearl, "the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now, see. There it is playing, a good way off. Stand you here, and let me run and catch it.'"