红字-the scarlet letter(英文版)- 第15部分

ethinks；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