'None! Nothing but misery!' he answered. 'But what else could I expect? You wear your scarlet letter openly, on your bosom, Hester. Mine burns in secret! It is good, after these seven years, to talk to someone who knows the truth. If I had one friend—or even an enemy—whom I could talk to openly each day, then perhaps it would save me. But now it is all lies, all emptiness, all death!' 去书内

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    Hurst's scarlet letter was on his chest, and the priest's scarlet letter was hidden in his heart and tortured him all the time. A sense of shame surrounded him.

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