The Darkness of the Sun and Moon

There was witchcraft in little pearl's eyes, and her face, as she glanced upward at the minister, wore that naughty smile which made its expression frequently so elvish. She withdrew hand from mister dimesdale's and pointed across the street. But he clasped both his hands over his breast and cast his eyes towards the zenith. They stood in the noon of that strange and solemn splendour as if it were the light that is to reveal all secrets and the daybreak that shall unite all who belong to one another. We doubt whether any marked event for good or evil ever befell new england from its settlement down to revolutionary times, of which the inhabitants had not