'I Shall Be Angry With Thee'

Little pearl pointed her small forefinger at hester prynn in the brook. Her mother kept beckoning to her, and arrayed her face in a holiday suit of unaccustomed smiles. Arthur dimesdale's hand with that gesture so habitual as to have become involuntary, stole over his heart. Now leap across the brook, naughty child, and run hither, else i must come to thee. But pearl suddenly burst into a fit of passion. She accomplished this wild outbreak with piercing shrieks, which the woods reverberated on all sides.