-leaving Hester and Pearl to return to their cottage. time is just right. I have to give my Election Sermon, and it will be a most suitable way to end my time here as a priest. At least they will not be able to say that I left without doing my job until the very end!
-He became more and more excited as he made his way back into the town. In this new, happier mood, erevyrhing looked and seemed different, even the people he met or passed in the street. I am not the man you think I am! I left him behind in the forest!
-who, unusually, stopped to speak to him.
-So, Mr. Dimmesdale, you have been walking in the forest! you must tell me next time you plan to go. I will come with you, and we cen meet our Master. and she passed on by, giving the priest a secret little smile.
-why does she talk to me like this? he thought nervously.
-Does she see the black mark of the Devilin my soul?
-He was glad to reach his house, and hurried upstairs to his study. Here wree his books, the window,the fireplace. Here, he had written and studiedand prayed. There on the table, with his pen beside it, was the half-finished Election Sermon, which he had left behind, two day ago. Now, saw all these things differently, through the eyes of another man- a wiser man, who had returned out of the forest.
-wondering if a devil would enter.
-How was your journey throughthe forest? if you are going to be able to give your Election Sermom in a day or two. Don't you think so?
-No not at all, The long walk in the fresh air has been good for me, after spending so mush time in my study.
-Perhaps the friendly words from the doctor to his patient now had double meaning.
-we must do whatever we can to make you strong and well, The people except great thing from you, and are afraid that in another year you may be gone.
-yes, gone to another world. And may God make it a better one, because I don't except to be with my people for another year.
-I am glad to hear it.
-I can only repay your kindness with my prayers.
-A good man's prayers are like gold!
-Mr. Dimmesdale threw away his half-written Election Sermon and sat down to begin it again. All through that night he wrote-and the words seemed to come from God.
-leaving Hester and Pearl to return to their cottage. time is just right. I have to give my Election Sermon, and it will be a most suitable way to end my time here as a priest. At least they will not be able to say that I left without doing my job until the very end!
-He became more and more excited as he made his way back into the town. In this new, happier mood, erevyrhing looked and seemed different, even the people he met or passed in the street. I am not the man you think I am! I left him behind in the forest!
-who, unusually, stopped to speak to him.
-So, Mr. Dimmesdale, you have been walking in the forest! you must tell me next time you plan to go. I will come with you, and we cen meet our Master. and she passed on by, giving the priest a secret little smile.
-why does she talk to me like this? he thought nervously.
-Does she see the black mark of the Devilin my soul?
-He was glad to reach his house, and hurried upstairs to his study. Here wree his books, the window,the fireplace. Here, he had written and studiedand prayed. There on the table, with his pen beside it, was the half-finished Election Sermon, which he had left behind, two day ago. Now, saw all these things differently, through the eyes of another man- a wiser man, who had returned out of the forest.
-wondering if a devil would enter.
-How was your journey throughthe forest? if you are going to be able to give your Election Sermom in a day or two. Don't you think so?
-No not at all, The long walk in the fresh air has been good for me, after spending so mush time in my study.
-Perhaps the friendly words from the doctor to his patient now had double meaning.
-we must do whatever we can to make you strong and well, The people except great thing from you, and are afraid that in another year you may be gone.
-yes, gone to another world. And may God make it a better one, because I don't except to be with my people for another year.
-I am glad to hear it.
-I can only repay your kindness with my prayers.
-A good man's prayers are like gold!
-Mr. Dimmesdale threw away his half-written Election Sermon and sat down to begin it again. All through that night he wrote-and the words seemed to come from God.
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