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As she still hesitated, being, in fact, in no reasonable state of mind, he took the infant in his arms, and himself administered the draught. It soon proved its efficacy, and redeemed the leechâs pledge. The moans of the little patient subsided; its convulsive tossings gradually ceased; and, in a few moments, as is the custom of young children after relief from pain, it sank into a profound and dewy slumber. The physician, as he had a fair right to be termed, next bestowed his attention on the mother. With calm and intent scrutiny he felt her pulse, looked into her eyesâ âa gaze that made her heart shrink and shudder, because so familiar, and yet so strange and coldâ âand, finally, satisfied with his investigation, proceeded to mingle another draught.
âI know not Lethe nor Nepenthe,â remarked he; âbut I have learned many new secrets in the wilderness, and here is one of themâ âa recipe that an Indian taught me, in requital of some lessons of my own, that were as old as Paracelsus. Drink it! It may be less soothing than a sinless conscience. That I cannot give thee. But it will calm the swell and heaving of thy passion, like oil thrown on the waves of a tempestuous sea.â
He presented the cup to Hester, who received it with a slow, earnest look into his face; not precisely a look of fear, yet full of doubt and questioning, as to what his purposes might be. She looked also at her slumbering child.
âI have thought of death,â said sheâ ââhave wished for itâ âwould even have prayed for it, were it fit that such as I should pray for anything. Yet if death be in this cup, I bid thee think again, ere thou beholdest me quaff it. See! It is even now at my lips.â
âDrink, then,â replied he, still with the same cold composure. âDost thou know me so little, Hester Prynne? Are my purposes wont to be so shallow? Even if I imagine a scheme of vengeance, what could I do better for my object than to let thee liveâ âthan to give thee medicines against all harm and peril of lifeâ âso that this burning shame may still blaze upon thy bosom?â As he spoke, he laid his long forefinger on the scarlet letter, which forthwith seemed to scorch into Hesterâs breast, as if it had been red-hot. He noticed her involuntary gesture, and smiled. âLive, therefore, and bear about thy doom with thee, in the eyes of men and womenâ âin the eyes of him whom thou didst call thy husbandâ âin the eyes of yonder child! And, that thou mayest live, take off this draught.â
Without further expostulation or delay, Hester Prynne drained the cup, and, at the motion of the man of skill, seated herself on the bed where the child was sleeping; while he drew the only chair which the room afforded, and took his own seat beside her. She could not but tremble at these preparations; for she felt thatâ âhaving now done all that humanity or principle, or, if so it were, a refined cruelty, impelled him to do, for the relief of physical sufferingâ âhe was next to treat with her as the man whom she had most deeply and irreparably injured.
âHester,â said he, âI ask not wherefore, nor how, thou hast fallen into the pit, or say, rather, thou hast ascended to the pedestal of infamy, on which I found thee. The reason is not far to seek. It was my folly, and thy weakness. Iâ âa man of thoughtâ âthe bookworm of great librariesâ âa man already in decay, having given my best years to feed the hungry dream of knowledgeâ âwhat had I to do with youth and beauty like thine own! Misshapen from my birth-hour, how could I delude myself with the idea that intellectual gifts might veil physical deformity in a young girlâs fantasy! Men call me wise. If sages were ever wise in their own behoof, I might have foreseen all this. I might have known that, as I came out of the vast and dismal forest, and entered this settlement of Christian men, the very first object to meet my eyes would be thyself, Hester Prynne, standing up, a statue of ignominy, before the people. Nay, from the moment when we came down the old church steps together, a married pair, I might have beheld the balefire of that scarlet letter blazing at the end of our path!â
âThou knowest,â said Hesterâ âfor, depressed as she was, she could not endure this last quiet stab at the token of her shameâ ââthou knowest that I was frank with thee. I felt no love, nor feigned any.â
âTrue,â replied he. âIt was my folly! I have said it. But, up to that epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless! My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dreamâ âold as I was, and sombre as I was, and misshapen as I wasâ âthat the simple bliss, which is scattered far and wide, for all mankind to gather up, might yet be mine. And so, Hester, I drew thee into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and sought to warm thee by the warmth which thy presence made there!â
âI have greatly wronged thee,â murmured Hester.
âWe have wronged each other,â answered he. âMine was the first wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay. Therefore, as a man who has not thought and philosophized in vain, I seek no vengeance, plot no evil against thee. Between thee and me the scale hangs fairly balanced. But, Hester, the man lives who has wronged
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