that have so gnawed into thy life? that have made thee feeble to will and to do? that will leave thee powerless even to repent? Up, and away!”

“Oh, Hester!” cried Arthur Dimmesdale, in whose eyes a fitful light, kindled by her enthusiasm, flashed up and died away, “thou tellest of running a race to a man whose knees are tottering beneath him! I must die here! There is not the strength or courage left me to venture into the wide, strange, difficult world alone!”

It was the last expression of the despondency of a broken spirit.

He lacked energy to grasp the better fortune that seemed within his reach.

He repeated the word — ”Alone, Hester!”

“Thou shall not go alone!” answered she, in a deep whisper. Then, all was spoken!