In , as
Hester is standing on the scaffolding, we get an outline of her childhood. I will first quote
the entire passage, then unpack the important points:
Standing on that miserable eminence, she saw again her native village, in Old England, and her
paternal home; a decayed house of gray stone, with a poverty-stricken aspect, but retaining a
half-obliterated shield of arms over the portal, in token of antique gentility. She saw her
fathers face, with its bald brow, and reverend white beard, that flowed over the old-fashioned
Elizabethan ruff; her mothers, too, with the look of heedful and anxious love which it always
wore in her remembrance, and which, even since her death, had so often laid the impediment of a
gentle remonstrance in her daughters pathway. She saw her own face, glowing with girlish beauty,
and illuminating all the interior of the dusky mirror in which she had been wont to gaze at it.
There she beheld another countenance, of a man well stricken in...
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