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The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel Hawthorne THE MINISTER'S VIGIL, excerpt Walking in the shadow of a dream, as it were, and perhaps actually under the influence of a species of somnambulism1, Mr. Dimmesdale reached the spot where, now so long since, Hester Prynne had lived through her first hours of public ignominy2. The same platform or scaffold, black and weather-stained with the storm or sunshine of seven long years, and foot-worn, too, with the tread of many culprits who had since ascended it, remained standing beneath the balcony of the meeting-house. The minister went up the steps.
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