The Reverend Mister Dimesdale and the Minister

The minister's own will and hester's will and the fate that grew between them, had wrought this transformation. It was the same town as heretofore, but the same minister returned not from the forest. He might have said to the friends who greeted him, i am not the man for whom you take me. I left him yonder in the forest withdrawn into a secret dell by a mossy tree trunk and near a melancholy brook. Go seek your minister and see if his emaciated figure, his thin cheek, his white, heavy, pain wrinkled brow be not flung down there like a cast off garment. His friends, no doubt, would still have insisted