Hester Prynne's Embroidery

Even the indians were affected by a sort of cold shadow of the white man's curiosity, and gliding through the crowd, fastened their black eyes on hester's bosom. Hester saw and recognized the self same of that group of matrons who had awaited her forthcoming from the prison door seven years ago. The admirable preacher was looking down from the sacred pulpit upon an audience whose very inmost spirits had yielded to his control. What imagination would have been irreverent enough to surmise that the same scorching stigma was on them both? Phoebe reads a mystery. Is a proud member of radiotopia from prx!