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I learned that Hester and Dimmesdale were attempting to leave on a ship.  I’ll never let them out of my grasp no matter the cost. I’ll follow them to end of the world if I have to. I refuse to leave this life without exacting my revenge. The fact they thought they could escape me so easily was almost insulting. I shifted through town finding all the information I could on ships leaving in the coming days. I finally found the ship I was looking for after hours of searching. I convinced the naïve ship captain to allow me to travel with them. After a little persuasion the fool agreed. After I was walking around in a crowd and saw a familiar face. It was Hester; she looked like the cat that ate the canary. I smirked at her to let her know that I knew. All the color left her face and she was completely terrified, just how I wanted it. The next day was election day and very festive. The town was a little bit more lively than usual. I knew Dimmesdale would be giving a sermon so I went to see what he had to say. Even I was taken aback by the clarity and passion of his message. By far this was the greatest sermon I have ever heard. He earned a little bit of my respect, but again A LITTLE. After the sermon Dimmesdale was stumbling around during the parade. He looked terrible and very sick. I was shocked when Dimmesdale approached Hester and Pearl at the Scaffold! I tried to stop him, but there in front of the entire town Dimmesdale confessed his sin! He told that he was Pearls father and committed adultery with Hester. He soon died, which is what I wanted but It somehow felt empty. I had no hand in it, he confessed by himself I didn’t have that A HA! moment. After he died I had nothing to live for and began to feel weak. There is no doubt I will die soon too. With this, I bid you bloggers farewell.

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. But there was a more real life for Hester Prynne here, in New England, than in that unknown region where Pearl had found a home. Here had been her sin; here, her sorrow; and here was yet to be her penitence. She had returned, therefore, and resumed,—of her own free will, for not the sternest magistrate of that iron period would have imposed it,—resumed the symbol of which we have related so dark a tale. Never afterwards did it quit her bosom. But . . . the scarlet letter ceased to be a stigma which attracted the world’s scorn and bitterness, and became a type of something to be sorrowed over, and looked upon with awe, and yet with reverence, too.