Hester Prynne Monologue

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Arthur Doomsdale gazed into Hester's face with a look in which hope and joy shone out, indeed, but with fear betwixt them, and a kind of horror at her boldness, who had spoken what he vaguely hinted at, but dared not speak. But Hester Prynne, with a mind of native courage and activity, and for so long a period not merely estranged, but outlawed, from society, had habituated herself to such latitude of speculation as was altogether foreign to the doctor. She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into the crepuscular room; as vast, as intricate and shadowy, as the domesticated wall, amid the gloom of which they were now holding a colloquy that was to decide their fate. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the spirits of those who once were. For years past she had looked from this estranged point of view at human institutions, and whatever nurses or doctors had established; criticizing all with hardly more reverence than the patient would feel for the clerical band, the judicial robe, the pillory, the patients’…show more content…
But this had been an act of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose. Since that wretched epoch, he had watched, with morbid zeal and minuteness, not his acts,--for those it was easy to arrange,--but each breath of emotion, and his every thought. At the head of the medical staff, as the doctor of that day stood, he was only the more trammelled by its regulations, its principles, and even its prejudices.. As a man who had once seemed to have an episode, but who kept his conscience all alive and painfully sensitive by the fretting of an unhealed wound, he might have been supposed safer within the line of virtue, than if he had never experienced terror at
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