Hester, It Brought Thee Hither

I would still owhat i may for other human souls. I dare not quit my post, though an unfaithful sentinel whose sure reward is death and dishonour when his dreary watch shall come to an end. The future is yet full of trial and success. There is happiness to be enjoyed. There is good to be done. Exchange this false life of thine for a true one. O hester, cried arthur dimsdale, in whose eyes a fitful light kindled by her enthusiasm flashed up and died away. It was the last expression of the despondency of a broken spirit. He lacked energy to grasp the better fortune that seemed within his reach