红字-the scarlet letter(英文版)-第7部分

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rrant　me。　Butshe…　the　naughty　baggage…　little　will　she　care　what　they　put　uponthe　bodice　of　her　gown！　Why；　look　you；　she　may　cover　it　with　a　brooch；or　such　like　heathenish　adornment；　and　so　walk　the　streets　as　brave　asever！〃　　〃Ah；　but；〃　interposed；　more　softly；　a　young　wife；　holding　a　child　bythe　hand；　〃Let　her　cover　the　mark　as　she　will；　the　pang　of　it　willbe　always　in　her　heart。〃　　〃What　do　we　talk　of　marks　and　brands；　whether　on　the　bodice　of　hergown；　or　the　flesh　of　her　forehead？〃　cried　another　female；　the　ugliestas　well　as　the　most　pitiless　of　these　self…constituted　judges。　〃Thiswoman　has　brought　shame　upon　us　all；　and　ought　to　die。　Is　there　notlaw　for　it？　Truly　there　is；　both　in　the　Scripture　and　thestatute…book。　Then　let　the　magistrates；　who　have　made　it　of　no　effect；thank　themselves　if　their　own　wives　and　daughters　go　astray！〃　　〃Mercy　on　us；　goodwife；〃　exclaimed　a　man　in　the　crowd；　〃is　thereno　virtue　in　woman；　save　what　springs　from　a　wholesome　fear　of　thegallows？　That　is　the　hardest　word　yet！　Hush；　now；　gossips！　for　thelock　is　turning　in　the　prison…door；　and　here　es　Mistress　Prynneherself。〃　　The　door　of　the　jail　being　flung　open　from　within；　there　appeared；in　the　first　place；　like　a　black　shadow　emerging　into　sunshine；　thegrim　and　grisly　presence　of　the　town…beadle；　with　a　sword　by　his　side；and　his　staff　of　office　in　his　hand。　This　personage　prefigured　andrepresented　in　his　aspect　the　whole　dismal　severity　of　the　Puritaniccode　of　law；　which　it　was　his　business　to　administer　in　its　finaland　closest　application　to　the　offender。　Stretching　forth　the　officialstaff　in　his　left　hand；　he　laid　his　right　upon　the　shoulder　of　a　youngwoman；　whom　he　thus　drew　forward；　until；　on　the　threshold　of　theprison…door；　she　repelled　him；　by　an　action　marked　with　naturaldignity　and　force　of　character；　and　stepped　into　the　open　air；　as　ifby　her　own　free　will。　She　bore　in　her　arms　a　child；　a　baby　of　somethree　months　old；　who　winked　and　turned　aside　its　little　face　from　thetoo　vivid　light　of　day；　because　its　existence；　heretofore；　had　broughtit　acquainted　only　with　the　grey　twilight　of　a　dungeon；　or　otherdarksome　apartment　of　the　prison。　　When　the　young　woman…　the　mother　of　this　child…　stood　fully　revealedbefore　the　crowd；　it　seemed　to　be　her　first　impulse　to　clasp　theinfant　closely　to　her　bosom；　not　so　much　by　an　impulse　of　motherlyaffection；　as　that　she　might　thereby　conceal　a　certain　token；　whichwas　wrought　or　fastened　into　her　dress。　In　a　moment；　however；　wiselyjudging　that　one　token　of　her　shame　would　but　poorly　serve　to　hideanother；　she　took　the　baby　on　her　arm；　and；　with　a　burning　blush；and　yet　a　haughty　smile；　and　a　glance　that　would　not　be　abashed；looked　around　at　her　townspeople　and　neighbours。　On　the　breast　ofher　gown；　in　fine　red　cloth；　surrounded　with　an　elaborate　embroideryand　fantastic　flourishes　of　gold　thread；　appeared　the　letter　A。　It　wasso　artistically　done；　and　with　so　much　fertility　and　gorgeousluxuriance　of　fancy；　that　it　had　all　the　effect　of　a　last　andfitting　decoration　to　the　apparel　which　she　wore；　and　which　was　of　asplendour　in　accordance　with　the　taste　of　the　age；　but　greatlybeyond　what　was　allowed　by　the　sumptuary　regulations　of　the　colony。　　The　young　woman　was　tall；　with　a　figure　of　perfect　elegance　on　alarge　scale。　She　had　dark　and　abundant　hair；　so　glossy　that　it　threwoff　the　sunshine　with　a　gleam；　and　a　face　which；　besides　beingbeautiful　from　regularity　of　feature　and　richness　of　plexion；　hadthe　impressiveness　belonging　to　a　marked　brow　and　deep　black　eyes。　Shewas　ladylike；　too；　after　the　manner　of　the　feminine　gentility　of　thosedays；　characterised　by　a　certain　state　and　dignity；　rather　than　by　thedelicate；　evanescent；　and　indescribable　grace；　which　is　now　recognisedas　its　indication。　And　never　had　Hester　Prynne　appeared　more　ladylike；in　the　antique　interpretation　of　the　term；　than　as　she　issued　from　theprison。　Those　who　had　before　known　her；　and　had　expected　to　behold　herdimmed　and　obscured　by　a　disastrous　cloud；　were　astonished；　and　evenstartled；　to　perceive　how　her　beauty　shone　out；　and　made　a　halo　of　themisfortune　and　ignominy　in　which　she　was　enveloped。　It　may　be　true；that；　to　a　sensitive　observer；　there　was　something　exquisitely　painfulin　it。　Her　attire；　which；　indeed；　she　had　wrought　for　the　occasion；　inprison；　and　had　modelled　much　after　her　own　fancy；　seemed　to　expressthe　attitude　of　her　spirit；　the　desperate　recklessness　of　her　mood；　byits　wild　and　picturesque　peculiarity。　But　the　point　which　drew　alleyes；　and；　as　it　were；　transfigured　the　wearer…　so　that　both　men　andwomen；　who　had　been　familiarly　acquainted　with　Hester　Prynne；　were　nowimpressed　as　if　they　beheld　her　for　the　first　time…　was　that　SCARLETLETTER；　so　fantastically　embroidered　and　illuminated　upon　her　bosom。It　had　the　effect　of　a　spell；　taking　her　out　of　the　ordinary　relationswith　humanity；　and　enclosing　her　in　a　sphere　by　herself。　　〃She　hath　good　skill　at　her　needle；　that's　certain；〃　remarked　one　ofher　female　spectators；　〃but　did　ever　a　woman；　before　this　brazenhussy；　contrive　such　a　way　of　showing　it！　Why；　gossips；　what　is　it　butto　laugh　in　the　faces　of　our　godly　magistrates；　and　make　a　pride　outof　what　they；　worthy　gentlemen；　meant　for　a　punishment？〃　　〃It　were　well；〃　muttered　the　most　iron…visaged　of　the　old　dames；　〃ifwe　stripped　Madam　Hester's　rich　gown　off　her　dainty　shoulders；　andas　for　the　red　letter；　which　she　hath　stitched　so　curiously；　I'llbestow　a　rag　of　mine　own　rheumatic　flannel；　to　make　a　fitter　one！〃　　〃Oh；　peace；　neighbours；　peace！〃　whispered　their　youngestpanion；　〃do　not　let　her　hear　you！　Not　a　stitch　in　thatembroidered　letter；　but　she　has　felt　it　in　her　heart。〃　　The　grim　beadle　now　made　a　gesture　with　his　staff。　　〃Make　way；　good　people；　make　way；　in　the　King's　name！〃　cried　he。〃Open　a　passage；　and；　I　promise　ye；　Mistress　Prynne　shall　be　set　whereman；　woman；　and　child；　may　have　a　fair　sight　of　her　brave　apparel；from　this　time　till　an　hour　past　meridian。　A　blessing　on　the　righteousColony　of　the　Massachusetts；　where　iniquity　is　dragged　out　into　thesunshine！　e　along；　Madam　Hester；　and　show　your　scarlet　letter　inthe　market…place！〃　　A　lane　was　forthwith　opened　through　the　crowd　of　spectators。Preceded　by　the　beadle；　and　attended　by　an　irregular　procession　ofstern…browed　men　and　unkindly…visaged　women；　Hester　Prynne　set　forthtowards　the　place　appointed　for　her　punishment。　A　crowd　of　eager　andcurious　schoolboys；　understanding　little　of　the　matter　in　hand；　exceptthat　it　gave　them　a　half…holiday；　ran　before　her　progress；　turningtheir　heads　continually　to　stare　into　her　face；　and　at　the　winkingbaby　in　her　arms；　and　at　the　ignominious　letter　on　her　breast。　Itwas　no　great　distance；　in　those　days；　from　the　prison…door　to　themarket…place。　Measured　by　the　prisoner's　experience；　however；　it　mightbe　reckoned　a　journey　of　some　length；　for；　haughty　as　her　demeanourwas；　she　perchance　underwent　an　agony　from　every　footstep　of　thosethat　thronged　to　see　her；　as　if　her　heart　had　been　flung　into　thestreet　for　them　all　to　spurn　and　trample　upon。　In　our　nature；　however；there　is　a　provision　alike　marvellous　and　merciful；　that　thesufferer　should　never　know　the　intensity　of　what　he　endures　by　itspresent　torture；　but　chiefly　by　the　pang　that　rankles　after　it。　Withalmost　a　serene　deportment；　therefore；　Hester　Prynne　passed　throughthis　portion　of　her　ordeal；　and　came　to　a　sort　of　scaffold；　at　thewestern　extremity　of　the　market…place。　It　stood　nearly　beneath　theeaves　of　Boston's　earliest　church；　and　appeared　to　be　a　fixture　there。　　In　fact；　this　scaffold　constituted　a　portion　of　a　penal　machine；which　now；　for　two　or　three　generations　past；　has　been　merelyhistorical　and　traditionary　among　us；　but　was　held；　in　the　old　time；to　be　as　effectual　an　agent；　in　the　promotion　of　good　citizenship；as　ever　was　the　guillotine　among　the　terrorists　of　France。　It　was；in　short；　the　platform　of　the　pillory；　and　above　it　rose　the　frameworkof　that　instrument　of　discipline；　so　fashioned　as　to　confine　the　humanhead　in　its　tight　grasp；　and　thus　hold　it　up　to　the　public　gaze。　Thevery　ideal　of　ignominy　was　embodied　and　made　manifest　in　thiscontrivance　of　wood　and　iron。　There　can　be　no　outrage；　methinks；against　our　mon　nature…　whatever　be　the　delinquencies　of　theindividual…　no　outrage　more　flagrant　than　to　forbid　the　culprit　tohide　his　face　for　shame；　as　it　was　the　essence　of　this　punishment　todo。　In　Hester　Prynne's　instance；　however；　as　not　unfrequently　in　othercases；　her　sentence　bore；　that　she　should　stand　a　certain　time　uponthe　platform；　but　without　undergoing　that　gripe　about　the　neck　andconfinement　of　the　head；　the　proneness　to　which　was　the　mostdevilish　characteristic　of　this　ugly　engine。　Knowing　well　her　part；she　ascended　a　flight　of　wooden　steps；　and　was　thus　displayed　to　thesurrounding　multitude；　at　about　the　height　of　a　man's　shouldersabove　the　street。　　Had　there　been　a　papist　among　the　crowd　of　Puritans；　he　might　haveseen　in　this　beautiful　woman；　so　picturesque　in　her　attire　and　mien；and　with　the　infant　at　her　bosom；　an　object　to　remind　him　of　the　imageof　Divine　Maternity；　which　so　many　illustrious　painters　have　vied　withone　another　to　represent；　something　which　should　remind　him；　indeed；but　only　by　contrast；　of　that　sacred　image　of　sinless　motherhood；whose　infant　was　to　redeem　the　world。　Here；　there　was　the　taint　ofdeepest　sin　in　the　most　sacred　quality　of　human　life；　working　sucheffect；　that　the　world　was　only　the　darker　for　this　woman's　beauty；and　the　more　lost　for　the　infant　that　she　had　borne。　　The　scene　was　not　without　a　mixture　of　awe；　such　as　must　alwaysinvest　the　spectacle　of　guilt　and　shame　in　a　fellow…creature；　beforesociety　shall　have　grown　corrupt　enough　to　smile；　instead　ofshuddering；　at　it。　The　witnesses　of　Hester　Prynne's　disgrace　had　notyet　passed　beyond　their　simplicity。　They　were　stern　enough　to　lookupon　her　death；　had　that　been　the　sentence；　without　a　murmur　at　itsseverity；　but　had　none　of　the　heartlessness　of　another　social　state；which　would　find　only　a　theme　for　jest　in　an　exhibition　like　thepresent。　Even　if　there　had　been　a　disposition　to　turn　the　matterinto　ridicule；　it　must　have　been　repressed　and　overpowered　by　thesolemn　presence　of　men　no　less　dignified　than　the　Governor；　andseveral　of　his　counsellors；　a　judge；　a　general；　and　the　ministers　ofthe　town；　all　of　whom　sat　or　stood　in　a　balcony　of　the　meetinghouse；looking　down　upon　the　platform。　When　such　personages　couldconstitute　a　part　of　the　spectacle；　without　risking　the　majesty　orreverence　of　rank　and　office；　it　was　safely　to　be　inferred　that　theinfliction　of　a　legal　sentence　would　have　an　earnest　and　effectualmeaning。　Accordingly；　the　crowd　was　sombre　and　grave。　The　unhappyculprit　sustained　herself　as　best　a　woman　might；　under　the　heavyweight　of　a　thousand　unrelenting　eyes；　all　fastened　upon　her　andconcentrated　at　her　bosom。　It　was　almost　intolerable　to　be　borne。　Ofan　impulsive　and　passionate　nature；　she　had　fortified　herself　toencounter　the　stings　and　venomous　stabs　of　public　contumely；wreaking　itself　in　every　variety　of　insult；　but　there　ore　terrible　in　the　solemn　mood　of　the　popular　mind；　that　shelonged　rather　to　behold　all　those　rigid　countenances　contorted　withscornful　merriment；　and　herself　the　object。　Had　a　roar　of　laughterburst　from　the　multitude…　each　man；　each　woman；　each　littleshrill…voiced　child；　contributing　their　individual　parts…　HesterPrynne　might　have　repaid　them　all　with　a　bitter　and　disdainfulsmile。　But；　under　the　leaden　infliction　which　it　was　her　doom　toendure；　she　felt；　at　moments；　as　if　she　must　needs　shriek　out　with　thefull　power　of　her　lungs；　and　cast　herself　from　the　scaffold　downupon　the　ground；　or　else　go　mad　at　once。　　Yet　there　were　intervals　when　the　whole　scene；　in　which　she　wasthe　most　conspicuous　object；　seemed　to　vanish　from　her　eyes；　or　atleast；　glimmered　indistinctly　before　them；　like　a　mass　ofimperfectly　shaped　and　spectral　images。　Her　mind；　and　especially　hermemory。　was　preternaturally　active；　and　kept　bringing　up　otherscenes　than　this　roughly　hewn　street　of　a　little　town；　on　the　edgeof　the　Western　wilderness；　other　faces　than　were　lowering　upon　herfrom　beneath　the　brims　of　those　steeple…crowned　hats。　Reminiscences；the　most　trifling　and　immaterial；　passages　of　infancy　and　school…days；sports；　childish　quarrels；　and　the　little　domestic　traits　of　hermaiden　years；　came　swarming　back　upon　her；　intermingled　withrecollections　of　whatever　was　gravest　in　her　subsequent　life；　onepicture　precisely　as　vivid　as　another；　as　if　all　were　of　similarimportance；　or　all　alike　a　play。　Possibly；　it　was　an　instinctivedevice　of　her　spirit；　to　relieve　itself；　by　the　exhibition　of　thesephantasmagoric　forms；　from　the　cruel　weight　and　hardness　of　thereality。　　Be　that　as　it　might；　the　scaffold　of　the　pillory　was　a　point　of　viewthat　revealed　to　Hester　Prynne　the　entire　track　along　which　she　hadbeen　treading；　since　her　happy　infancy。　Standing　on　that　miserableeminence；　she　saw　her　native　village；　in　old　England；　and　her　paternalhome；　a　decayed　house　of　grey　stone；　with　a　poverty…stricken　aspect；but　retaining　a　half…obliterated　shield　of　arms　over　the　portal；　intoken　of　antique　gentility。　She　saw　her　father's　face；　with　its　baldbrow；　and　reverend　white　beard；　that　flowed　over　the　old…fashionedElizabethan　ruff；　her　mother's；　too；　with　the　look　of　heedful　andanxious　love　which　it　always　wore　in　her　remembrance；　and　which；even　since　her　death；　had　so　often　laid　the　impediment　of　a　gentleremonstrance　in　her　daughter's　pathway。　She　saw　her　own　face；glowing　with　girlish　beauty；　and　illuminating　all　the　interior　ofthe　dusky　mirror　in　which　she　had　been　wont　to　gaze　at　it。　There　shebeheld　another　countenance；　of　a　man　well　stricken　in　years；　a　pale；thin；　scholar…like　visage；　with　eyes　dim　and　bleared　by　thelamplight　that　had　served　them　to　pore　over　many　ponderous　books。Yet　those　same　bleared　optics　had　a　strange；　perating　power；　whenit　was　their　owner's　purpose　to　read　the　human　soul。　This　figure　ofthe　study　and　the　cloister；　as　Hester　Prynne's　womanly　fancy　failednot　to　recall；　was　slightly　deformed；　with　the　left　shoulder　atrifle　higher　than　the　right。　Next　rose　before　her；　in　memory'spicture…gallery；　the　intricate　and　narrow　thoroughfares；　the　tall　greyhouses；　the　huge　cathedrals；　and　the　public　edifices；　ancient　indate　and　quaint　in　architecture；　of　a　Continental　city；　where　a　newlife　had　awaited　her；　still　in　connection　with　the　misshapenscholar；　a　new　life；　but　feeding　itself　on　time…worn　materials；　like　atuft　of　green　moss　on　a　crumbling　wall。　Lastly；　in　lieu　of　theseshifting　scenes；　came　back　the　rude　market…place　of　the　Puritansettlement；　with　all　the　townspeople　assembled　and　levelling　theirstern　regards　at　Hester　Prynne…　yes；　at　herself…　who　stood　on　thescaffold　of　the　pillory；　an　infant　on　her　arm；　and　the　letter　A；　inscarlet；　fantastically　embroidered　with　gold　thread；　upon　her　bosom！　　Could　it　be　true？　She　clutched　the　child　so　fiercely　to　herbreast；　that　it　sent　forth　a　cry；　she　turned　her　eyes　downward　atthe　scarlet　letter；　and　even　touched　it　with　her　finger；　to　assureherself　that　the　infant　and　the　shame　were　real。　Yes！…　these　wereher　realities…　all　else　had　vanished！　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　III。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　THE　RECOGNITION。　　FROM　this　intense　consciousness　of　being　the　object　of　severe　anduniversal　observation；　the　wearer　of　the　scarlet　letter　was　atlength　relieved；　by　discerning；　on　the　outskirts　of