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Chapter 3, Page 63
"He was a person of very striking aspect, with a white lofty, and impending brow, large, brown, melancholy eyes, and a mouth which, unless when he forcibly compressed it, was apt to be tremulous, expressing both nervous sensibility and a vast power of self restraint."
Chapter 3, Page 63
"[...]There was an air about this young minister- an apprehensive, a startles, a half-frightened look- as of a being who felt himself quite astray and at a loss in the pathway of human existence, and could only be at ease in some seclusion of his own."
Chapter 3, Page 63
"[...] thus kept himself simple and childlike, coming forth, when occasion was, with a freshness, and fragrance, and dewy purity of though, which, as many people said, affected them like the speech of an angel."
Chapter 9, Page 113
"About this period, however, the health of Mr. Dimmesdale had evidently begun to fail."
Chapter 9, Page 113
"His form grew emaciated; his voice, though still rich and sweet, had a certain melancholy prophecy of decay in it; he was often observed, on any slight alarm or other sudden accident, to put his hand over his heart, with first a flush and then a paleness, indicative of pain."
Chapter 11, Page 134
"The aged members of his flock, beholding Mr. Dimmesdale's frame so feeble while they were themselves so rugged in their infirmity, believed that he would go heavenward before them."
Chapter 20, Page 206
“But he leaped across the plashy places, thrust himself through the clinging underbrush, climbed the ascent, plunged into the hollow, and overcame, in short, all the difficulties of the track was an unweariable activity that astonished him. He could not but recall how feebly, and with what frequent pauses for breath, he had toiled over the same ground only two days before.”
Chapter 20, Page 208
“He absolutely trembled an turned pale as ashes, lest his tongue should wag itself [...] And even with this terror in his heart, he could hardly avoid laughing, to imagine how the sanctified old patriarchal deacon would have been petrified by his minister’s impiety. ”