-Pearl ran through the crowd to her mother, and repeated the captain's word. Hester listened with a growing misery. The plan for herself and the priest now seemed hopeless.
-And even as she suffered this great disappointment, a crowd was coming together around Heater, mostly people from the countryside who had heard about but not seen and wanted to stare at her. The Indains, too, came to look.
-and received the love and respect of all who listened to him.
-When he finished his sermon, there was silence inside the meeting-house. A minute later, the crowd began to leave the church, all talking at once. How beautifully their good Mr. Dimmesdale had spoken, they said! What a wise and godly man he was!
-There was a sadness too, not in the words themselves but in the way he spoke them. A sadness of someone who is about to die. Yes, their priest, whom they loved, and who loved them, had the sound of a man who would not be in this world for much longer.
-It was his proudest moment.
-now the band began to play again, and the soldier got ready to lead everyone to the town hall. The people stepped back to make room for the Governor, the magistrates, the officers of the town, and the priests. They shouted and waved, but the noise began to die away as the crowd saw their young priest.
-Where was the proudman who had marched tot he church earlier; the man woh had spoken with such passion in the meeting-house? his face was the face of a man already half-dead.
-One of the other priest, unable to go on. And then he turned to the scarffold and held out his arms.
-His face had the look of a man, both sad and joyful, who has finally won a battle inside himself.
-The child ran to him and threw her arms around his knees.
-He put out his hand to Hester.
-God has made me strong enough, at this late moment, to do the thing I failed to do seven years ago. and be strong with me.
-there was great excitement in the crowd, but the priests and magistrates could not believe what they were seeing, and they remained silent. The three of them climbed the steps of the scaffold, and were followed by old Roger Chillingworth.
-Is this the only place that you could find to escape from me?
-It is god who led me here! and I thank Him for it. Is this not better than what we planned in the forest?
-Let me do now what God has told me to do. I am a dying man, Hester. Let me accept my shame before I die.
-you who have loved me! and have crossed the street to aviod her. But there has been someone living among you whose sin and shame you have not known! with all its mysterious horror, it is only a shadow of what is on my own bosom! See for yourselves!
-And he pulled open his shirt for them to see his chest!
-Cries of horror came from the crowd. For a moment, the priest stood proudly-a man who has won a battle over his own pain and fear. Then he fell to the ground.
Hester lifted him, and held his head against her bosom.
-You too, have sinned deeply. He turned his dying eyes towards Hester and the child.
-won't we meet in heaven, and be together for ever?
-He has proved his mercy. He gave me this buring pain to suffer on my bosom! He sent me that dark and terrible old man, to keep the pain always red-hot! He has brought me here, to die a death of shame, in front of the people! Without all this, I would be lost for ever! For this I thank Him.
-The final word came with the priest's dying breath.