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It was an obscure night of early May.An unvaried pall of cloud muffled the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon.If the same multitude which had stood as eyewitnesses while Hester Prynne sustained her punishment could now have been summoned forth,they would have discerned no face above the platform,nor hardly the outline of a human shape,in the dark gray of the midnight.But the town was all asleep.There was no peril of discovery.The minister might stand there,if it so pleased him,until morning should redden in the east,without other risk than that the dank and chill night-air would creep into his frame,and stiffen his joints with rheumatism,and clog his throat with catarrh and cough; thereby defrauding the expectant audience of to-morrow’s prayer and sermon.No eye could see him,save that ever-wakeful one which had seen him in his closet,wielding the bloody scourge.Why,then,had he come hither?Was it but the mockery of penitence?A mockery,indeed,but in which his soul trifled with itself!A mockery at which angels blushed and wept,while fiends rejoiced,with jeering laughter!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 a disclosure.Poor,miserable man!what right had infirmity like his to burden itself with crime?Crime is for the iron-nerved,who have their choice either to endure it,or,if it press too hard,to exert their fierce and savage strength for a good purpose,and fling it off at once!This feeble and most sensitive of spirits could do neither,yet continually did one thing or another,which intertwined,in the same inextricable knot,the agony of heaven-defying guilt and vain repentance.2
And thus,while standing on the scaffold,in this vain show of expiation,Mr.Dimmesdale was overcome with a great horror of mind,as if the universe were gazing at a scarlet token on his naked breast,right over his heart.On that spot,in very truth,there was,and there had long been,the gnawing and poisonous tooth of bodily pain.Without any effort of his will,or power to restrain himself,he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night,and was beaten back from one house to another,and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils,detecting so much misery and terror in it,had made a plaything of the sound,and were bandying it to and fro.3
It was an obscure night of early May.An unvaried pall of cloud muffled the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon.If the same multitude which had stood as eyewitnesses while Hester Prynne sustained her punishment could now have been summoned forth,they would have discerned no face above the platform,nor hardly the outline of a human shape,in the dark gray of the midnight.But the town was all asleep.There was no peril of discovery.The minister might stand there,if it so pleased him,until morning should redden in the east,without other risk than that the dank and chill night-air would creep into his frame,and stiffen his joints with rheumatism,and clog his throat with catarrh and cough; thereby defrauding the expectant audience of to-morrow’s prayer and sermon.No eye could see him,save that ever-wakeful one which had seen him in his closet,wielding the bloody scourge.Why,then,had he come hither?Was it but the mockery of penitence?A mockery,indeed,but in which his soul trifled with itself!A mockery at which angels blushed and wept,while fiends rejoiced,with jeering laughter!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 a disclosure.Poor,miserable man!what right had infirmity like his to burden itself with crime?Crime is for the iron-nerved,who have their choice either to endure it,or,if it press too hard,to exert their fierce and savage strength for a good purpose,and fling it off at once!This feeble and most sensitive of spirits could do neither,yet continually did one thing or another,which intertwined,in the same inextricable knot,the agony of heaven-defying guilt and vain repentance.2
And thus,while standing on the scaffold,in this vain show of expiation,Mr.Dimmesdale was overcome with a great horror of mind,as if the universe were gazing at a scarlet token on his naked breast,right over his heart.On that spot,in very truth,there was,and there had long been,the gnawing and poisonous tooth of bodily pain.Without any effort of his will,or power to restrain himself,he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night,and was beaten back from one house to another,and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of devils,detecting so much misery and terror in it,had made a plaything of the sound,and were bandying it to and fro.3
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