Dames of Elevated Grades Likewise

Hester had schooled herself long and well. Dames of elevated rank likewise, whose doors she entered in the way of her occupation, were accustomed to distil drops of bitterness into her heart. She never responded to these attacks, save by a flush of crimson that rose irrepressibly over her pale cheek and again subsided into the depths of her bosom. And in a thousand other ways did she feel the innumerable throbs of anguish that had been so cunningly contrived for her by the undying the puritan tribunal clergymen paused in the street to address words of exhortation. Another peculiar torture was felt in the gaze of a new eye when strangers looked curiously at