Hester, Hester Prynne, Are You There?

The whole tribe of decorous personages, who had never heretofore been seen with a single air of their heads awry, would start into public view with the disorder of a nightmare in their aspects. Whom but the reverend arthur dimmesdale, half frozen to death, overwhelmed with shame and stand where hester prynne had stood? The minister was unawares, and to his own infinite alarm, burst into a great peal of laughter. It was immediately responded to by a light, airy, childish laugh in which with a thrill of the heart, but he knew not whether of exquisite pain or pleasure is acute, he recognized the tones of little pearl