'Come Away, Mother, or He Will Catch You'

The child threw one of the prickly burs at the reverend, mister dimmesdale. The sensitive clergyman shrunk with nervous dread from the light missile detecting his emotion. Pearl clapped her little hands in the most extravagant ecstasy. Roger chillingworth had by this time approached the wind and smiled grimly down. There is no law, nor reverence for authority, no regard for human ordinances or opinions, right or wrong, mixed up with that child's composition,. remarked he as much to himself as to his companion.