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         <title>Hester Prynne: Ashamed, Solemn, Strong</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><strong>Ch. 2:</strong> “ [The Scarlet Letter] was so artistically done, and with so much fertility and gorgeous luxuriance of fancy, that, it had all the effect of a last and fitting decoration to the apparel which she wore” (Hawthorne 39)&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 2:</strong> “She was ladylike, too, after the manner of feminine gentility of those days; characterized by a certain state of dignity, rather than by the delicate, evanescent, and the indescribable grace, which is now recognized as its indication” (Hawthorne 39)</li><li><strong>Ch. 2:</strong> “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.” (Hawthorne 39)</li><li><strong>Ch. 2:</strong> “She clutched the child so fiercely to her breast, that it sent for a cry; she turned her eyes downward at the scarlet letter, and even touched it with her finger, to assure herself that the infant and the shame were real.” (Hawthorne 43).</li><li><strong>Ch.2</strong>: “But the point which drew all eyes, and, as it were, transfigured the wearer,-so that both men and women, who had been familiarly acquainted with Hester Prynne, were now impressed as if they beheld her for the first time,-was the SCARLET LETTER.” (Hawthorne 40)</li><li><strong>Ch. 3:</strong> “Her spirit could only shelter itself beneath a stony crust of insensibility, while the faculties of human life remained entire” (Hawthorne 47)&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch.4:</strong> “Hester repelled the offered medicine, at the same time gazing with strongly marked apprehension into his face.” (Hawthorne 51)</li><li><strong>Ch. 5</strong>: “Her sin, her ignominy, were the roots which she had struck into the soil” (Hawthorne 56).</li><li><strong>Ch. 7:</strong> “ She saw that, owing to the peculiar effect of this convex mirror, the scarlet letter was represented in exaggerated and gigantic proportions, so as to be greatly the most prominent feature of their appearance. In truth, she seemed absolutely hidden behind it” (Hawthorne 73)</li><li><strong>Ch 13:</strong> “Many people refused to interpret the scarlet A by its original signification. They said it meant Able; so strong was Hester Prynne” (Hawthorne 110-111)</li><li><strong>Ch. 17: </strong>Hester speaking to Dimmesdale: “‘Heaven would show mercy’ rejoined Hester, ‘hadst thou but the strength to take advantage of it’” (Hawthorne 134)</li><li><strong>Ch 18:</strong> “The stigma gone, Hester heaved a long, deep sigh, in which the burden of shame and anguish departed from her spirit” (Hawthorne 138).</li><li><strong>Ch 21</strong>: Hester had a face “like a mask; or rather, like the frozen calmness of a dead woman’s features”</li></ul><div><strong>Ch. 22</strong>: “At the final hour, when she was so soon to fling aside the burning letter, it had strangely become the center of more remark and excitement, and was thus made to sear her breast more painfully than at any time since the first day she put it on” (Hawthorne 167).&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Pearl Prynne: Innocence, Demonic, Angel</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><strong>Ch. 2: </strong>“She clutched the child so fiercely to her breast, that it sent forth a cry” (Hawthorne 43)</li><li><strong>Ch. 3: </strong>“The infant, during the latter portion of her ordeal, pierced the air with its wailing and screams” (Hawthorne 50).</li><li><strong>Ch. 6: </strong>“That little creature, whose innocent life had sprung, a lovely and immortal flower, out of the rank luxuriance of a guilty passion” (Hawthorne 62)</li><li><strong>Ch. 6:</strong> “He did not send me! I have no Heavenly Father” (Hawthorne 68).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 7</strong>: “It was like the Scarlet Letter in another form; the Scarlet Letter endowed with life” (Hawthorne 70).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 7</strong>: “Pearl, in utter scorn of her mother’s attempts to quiet her, gave an eldritch scream” (Hawthorne 74).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Spoken by the Reverend Dimmesdale Ch. 8</strong>: “It was meant for a blessing; for the one blessing of her life!” (Hawthorne 79).</li><li><strong>Ch. 15: </strong>“With all these sterling attributes, thought Hester, the evil which she inherited from her mother must be great indeed, if a noble woman do not grow out of this elfish child” (Hawthorne 123).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 15:</strong> “If this be the price of the child’s sympathy, I cannot pay it” (Hawthorne 123).</li><li><strong>Ch. 15:</strong> “Pearl looked up, with mischief gleaming in her black eyes” (Hawthorne 124)</li><li><strong>Ch. 18: </strong>“The truth seems to be, however, that the mother-forest, and these wild things which it nourished, all recognized a kindred wildness in the human child.” (Hawthorne 139).</li><li><strong>Ch. 19:</strong> “But Pearl, not a whit startled at her mother’s threats...suddenly burst into a fit of passion, gesticulating violently, and throwing her small figure in the most extravagant contortions” (Hawthorne 142)&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch 21:</strong> “Pearl was decked out with airy gayety”</li></ul><div><strong>Ch. 22: “</strong>therefore, Pearl, who was the gem on her mother’s unquiet bosom, betrayed, by the very dance of her spirits, the emotions which none could detect in the marble passiveness of Hester’s brow” (Hawthorne 154).&nbsp;</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Roger Chillingworth: Sane, Wronged, Vengeful, Lifeless</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><strong>Ch. 3: </strong>“He was small in stature, with a furrowed visage, which, as yet could hardly be termed age. There was a remarkable intelligence in his features, as of a person who had so cultivated his mental part that it could not fail to mould the physical to itself...Although, by a seemingly careless arrangement of his heterogenous garb, he had endeavoured (Hawthorne 44)</li><li><strong>Ch. 4:</strong> “Drink it! It may be less soothing than a sinless conscience” (Hawthorne 52)</li><li><strong>Ch.4:</strong> “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.” (Hawthorne 51) The scene is Roger Chillingworth aggressively taking the baby into his own arms and administering the draught</li><li><strong>Ch.4:</strong>“‘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?’” (Hawthorne 53)\</li><li><strong>Ch. 4:</strong> “‘Why dost thou smile so at me?’ inquired Hester, troubled at the expression of his eyes. ‘Art though like the Black Man that haunts the forest round about us ? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin o f my soul?’” (Hawthorne 55) <strong>Hester Prynne speaking to Roger Chillingworth</strong></li><li><strong>Ch. 9:</strong> “To such a professional body Roger Chillingworth was a brilliant acquisition” (Hawthorne 82)&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 9:</strong> “His first entry on the scene, few people could tell whence, dropping down, as it were, out of the sky, or starting from nether earth, had an aspect of mystery, which was easily heightened to the miraculous” (Hawthorne 83)</li><li>Townspeople speaking of Chillingworth in <strong>Ch. 9:</strong> “The man of skill, during his Indian captivity, had enlarged his medical attainments by joining in the incantations of the savage priests; who were universally acknowledged to be powerful enchanters, often performing seeming miraculous cures by their skill in the black art” (Hawthorne 88)</li><li><strong>Ch. 10</strong>: “He now dug deeper into the poor clergyman’s heart like a miner searching for gold; or rather like a sexton delving into a grave” (Hawthorne 89).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 10:</strong> “ He would have had no need to ask how Satan comports himself”</li><li><strong>Ch. 17 Dimmesdale regarding his opinion on Chillingworth to Hester :</strong> “I do forgive you, Hester,” replied the minister, at length, with a deep utterance out of an abyss of sadness, but no anger. “I freely forgive you now. May God forgive us both! We are not, Hester, the worst sinners in the world. There is one worse than even the polluted priest! That old man’s revenge has been blacker than my sin. He has violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a human heart.</li></ul><div><strong>Ch. 21: </strong>“Standing in the remotest corner of the market-place, and smiling on her; a smile which-across the wide and bustling square… conveyed secret and fearful meaning” (Hawthorne 159)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Arthur Dimmesdale: Mediocre, Weak, Strong</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ul><li><strong>Ch.3:</strong> “The young pastor’s voice was tremulously sweet, rich, deep, and broken. The feeling that it so evidently manifested, rather than the direct purport of the words, cause it to vibrate within all hearts, and brought the listeners into one accord of sympathy.” (Hawthorne 49)</li><li><strong>Ch. 3: </strong>“So powerful seemed the minister’s appeal, that the people could not believe but that Hester Prynne would speak out the guilty name; or else that the guilty one himself, in whatever high or lowly place he stood, would be drawn forth by an inward and inevitable necessity, and compelled to ascend the scaffold.” (Hawthorne 49)</li><li><strong>Ch.3</strong>: “The Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale bent his head, in silent prayer, as it seemed, and then came forward.” (Hawthorne 48)</li><li><strong>Ch. 9:</strong> “The young divine, whose scholar-like renown still lived in Oxford, was considered by his more recent admires as little less than a heavenly ordained apostle” (Hawthorne 82,83)</li><li><strong>Ch. 9:</strong> “He himself, on the other hand, with characteristic humility, avowed his belief, that, if Providence should see fit to remove him, it would be because of his own unworthiness to perform its humblest mission on earth” (Hawthorne 83)</li><li><strong>Ch. 9</strong>: “Mr. Dimmesdale was a true priest, a true religionist, with the reverential sentiment largely developed, and an order of mind that impelled itself powerfully along the track of a creed, and wore its passage continually deeper with the lapse of time.” (Hawthorne 85)</li><li><strong>Ch. 11</strong>: “They little guessed what deadly purport lurked in those self-condemning words” (Hawthorne 99)</li><li><strong>Ch. 11:</strong> “And, all this time, perchance, when poor Mr. Dimmesdale was thinking of his grave, he questioned with himself whether the grass would ever grow on it, because an accursed thing must there be buried!” (Hawthorne 98).</li><li><strong>Ch. 12:</strong> “He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of disclosure” (Hawthorne 101).</li><li><strong>Ch. 12 Spoken by Dimmesdale to Pearl:</strong> “Then, and there, before the judgement-seat, thy mother, and thou, and I must stand together! But the daylight of this world shall not see our meeting!” (Hawthorne 105).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Spoken by Hester to Roger Chillingworth about Reverend Dimmesdale Ch. 14</strong>: “Your clutch is on his life, and you cause him to die daily a living death; and still he knows you not” (Hawthorne 116).&nbsp;</li><li><strong>Ch. 18: </strong>“The decision once made, a glow of strange enjoyment threw its flickering brightness over the trouble of his breast” (Hawthorne 137).</li><li><strong>Ch 19:</strong> “Methought- O Hester, what a thought is that, and how terrible to dread it!- that my own features were partly repeated in her face, and so strikingly that the world might see them! But she is mostly thine!” (Hawthorne 140).</li><li><strong>Ch. 22:</strong> “It was the observation of those who beheld him now, that never, since Mr. Dimmesdale first set his foot on the New England shore, had he exhibited such energy as was seen in the gait and air with which he kept his pace” (Hawthorne 161).</li><li><strong>Ch. 22 spoken by Hester about the Reverend:</strong> “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 betwixt the clergyman and herself” (Hawthorne 162).</li></ul><div><strong>Ch. 22 spoken by Mistress Hibbins</strong> “What is it that the minister seeks to hide, with his hand always over his heart?”(Hawthorne 164).</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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