I shall be too cold to move soon, I won't even be able to walk down the step. Crazy pictures passed before his eyes. Someone will fine me here in the early morning, and will run around knocking on doors. Everyone will hurry out in their night-clothes, with his buttons undone; his sister, mad Mistress Hibbins, staring with her wild eyes; and good Father Wilson too, tired after spending half the night at a death-bed. Yes, everyone in the world will come running! And who will they see? They will see their priest, half-frozen th death, covered with shame, and standing where Hester Prynne once stood!
now he began to laugh, loudly and wildy, unable to stop himself. Then he heard an answering laugh- a child's laugh- and his heart jumped.
I've measured him for his burial- clothes,
the priest found and held the child's other hand, and immediately felt a warm, strong feeling in his heart, filling it with new life.