The Embroidered Letter, a Little Stream of Light

Hester took off the formal cap that confined her hair, and down it fell, upon her shoulders, dark and rich with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance. The stigma gone, hester heaved a long, deep sigh, in which the burden of shame and anguish departed from her spirit. A crimson flush was glowing on her cheek that had been long so pale. Her sex, her youth and the whole richness of her beauty came back from what men call the irrevocable past - within the magic circle of this hour. With the bliss of these two spirits, love, whether newly born or aroused from a death like slumber, must always create a sunshine,. filling