That meeting with Mr Dimmesdale on the scaffold worried Hester Prynne
greatly. She saw the young priest's weakness and his misery, and how
close he was to madness; she heard the terror in his voice as he asked
her for help. And she decided he had a right to all the help she could
give him. Her position in the town was now rather different. In the
seven years since Pearl was born, Hester had worn the scarlet letter
patiently and had led a hard-working and blameless life. People no
longer hated her; some even respected her. 'She is always ready to give
what she can to the poor,' they said, 'although she gets little thanks
for the food she takes to them, or the clothes she makes for them.' And
whenever a house was darkened by trouble, Hester was there with warm and
kindly words, and the offer of help. But when sunshine came again, she
left without looking back or waiting for the grateful thanks of those
who had been troubled. And afterwards, when she saw them in the street,
she did not lift her head to speak to them but put her finger on her
scarlet letter of shame, and passed by.
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