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have是什么词Chapter 15 HESTER AND PEARL
SO Roger Chillingworth- a deformed old figure, with a face that haunted men's memories longer than they liked- took leave of Hester Prynne, and went stooping away along the earth. He gathered here and there an herb, or grubbed up a root, and put it into the basket on his arm. His grey beard almost touched the ground, as he crept onward. Hester gazed after him a little while, looking with a half fantastic curiosity to e whether the tender grass of early spring would not be blighted beneath him, and show the wavering track of his footsteps, re and brown, across its cheerful verdure. She wondered what sort of herbs they were, which the old man was so dulous to gather. Would not the earth, quickened to an evil purpo by the sympathy of his eye, greet him with poisonous shrubs, of species hitherto unknown, that would start up under his fingers? Or might it suffice him, that every wholesome growth should be converted into something deleterious and malignant at his tou
乙酰水杨酸的制备ch? Did the sun, which shone so brightly everywhere el, really fall upon him? Or was there, as it rather emed, a circle of ominous shadow moving along with his deformity, whichever way he turned himlf? And whither was he now going? Would he not suddenly sink into the earth, leaving a barren and blasted spot, where, in due cour of time, would be en deadly nightshade, dogwood, henbane, and whatever el of vegetable wickedness the climate could produce, all flourishing with hideous luxuriance? Or would he spread bat's wings and flee away, looking so much the uglier, the higher he ro towards heaven? "Be it sin or no," said Hester Prynne bitterly, as she still gazed after him, "I hate the man!"
大学生如何赚钱>石老师She upbraided herlf for the ntiment, but could not overcome or lesn it. Attempting to do so, she thought of tho long-past days, in a distant land, when he ud to emerge at eventide from the clusion of his study, and sit down in the firelight of their home, and in the light of her nuptial smile. He needed to bask himlf in that smile, he said, in order that the chill of so many lonely hours among his books might be taken off the scholar's heart. Such scenes had once appeared not otherwi than happy, but now, as viewed thr
肉丝炒豆芽ough the dismal medium of her subquent life, they clasd themlves among her ugliest remembrances. She marvelled how such scenes could have been! She marvelled how she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him! She deemed it her crime most to be repented of, that she had ever endured, and reciprocated, the lukewarm grasp of his hand, and had suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own. And it emed a fouler offence committed by Roger Chillingworth, than any which had since been done him, that, in the time when her heart knew no better, he had persuaded her to fancy herlf happy by his side.
"Yes, I hate him!" repeated Hester, more bitterly than before. "He betrayed me! He has done me wor wrong than I did him!"
Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! El it may be their mirable fortune, as it was Roger Chillingworth's, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her nsibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness,
which they will have impod upon her as the warm reality. But Hester ought long ago to have done with this injustice. What did it betoken? Had ven long years, under the torture of the scarlet letter, inflicted so much of miry, and wrought out no repentance?生姜汁
The emotions of that brief space, while she stood gazing after the crooked figure of old Roger Chillingworth, threw a dark light on Hester's state of mind, revealing much that she might not otherwi have acknowledged to herlf.
He being gone, she summoned back her child.
"Pearl! Little Pearl! Where are you?"
Pearl, who activity of spirit never flagged, had been at no loss for amument while her mother talked with the old gatherer of herbs. At first, as already told, she had flirted fancifully with her own image in a pool of water, beckoning the phantom forth, and- as it declined to venture- eking a passage for herlf into its sphere of impalpable earth and unattainable sky. Soon finding, however, that either she or the image was unreal, she turn
安全销ed elwhere for better pastime. She made little boats out of birch-bark, and freighted them with snail-shells, and nt out more ventures on the mighty deep than any merchant in New England; but the larger part of them foundered near the shore. She ized a live hor-shoe by the tail, and made prize of veral five-fingers, and laid out a jelly-fish to melt in the warm sun. Then she took up the white foam, that streaked the line of the advancing tide, and threw it upon the breeze, scampering after it, with winged footsteps, to catch the great snowflakes ere they fell. Perceiving a flock of beach-birds, that fed and fluttered along the shore, the naughty child picked up her apron full of pebbles, and, creeping from rock to rock after the small a-fowl, displayed remarkable dexterity in pelting them. One little grey bird, with a white breast, Pearl was almost sure, had been hit by a pebble, and fluttered away with a broken wing. But then the elf-child sighed, and gave up her sport; becau it grieved her to have done harm to a little being that was as wild as the a-breeze, or as wild as Pearl herlf.
