Hester Prynne, a Young Clergyman, Sat With a Pale Young Man Beside Him

The unhappy woman grew pale and trembled. The voice which had called her attention was that of the reverend and famous john wilson, the eldest clergyman of bo on. There he stood with a border of grizzled locks beneath his skull cap,. while gray eyes, accustomed to the shaded light of his study were winking like those of hester's infant. In the unadulterated sunshine, he looked like the darkly engraved portraits which we see prefixed to old volumes of sermons. Hester prynne: Once again, brother dimsdale, must it be thou or ithat shall deal with this poor sinner's soul?