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The New England Holiday
"Haveyouanotherpassenger?"
"Why,knowyounot,"criedtheshipmaster,"thatthisphysicianhere—Chillingworthhecallshimself—ismindedtotrymycabin-farewithyou?Ay,ay,youmusthaveknownit;forhetellsmeheisofyourparty,andaclosefriendtothegentlemanyouspokeof—hethatisinperilfromthesesouroldPuritanrulers."
"Theyknoweachotherwell,indeed,"repliedHester,withamienofcalmness,thoughintheutmostconsternation."Theyhavelongdwelttogether."
NothingfurtherpassedbetweenthemarinerandHesterPrynne.ButatthatinstantshebeheldoldRogerChillingworthhimself,standingintheremotestcomerofthemarket-placeandsmilingonher;asmilewhich—acrossthewideandbustlingsquare,andthroughallthetalkandlaughter,andvariousthoughts,moods,andinterestsofthecrowd—conveyedsecretandfearfulmeaning.
