
A crowd has gathered at the prison door in Boston, and the goodwives nearest the threshold think the magistrates have been too gentle. You play Hester Prynne, carrying your infant daughter into the marketplace with the red letter you embroidered yourself — gold-edged, which several of them take as an insult. The walk ends at the scaffold and three hours of exposure. Among the ministers above, a young man with a pale hand on the rail asks the town for mercy. Then Reverend Wilson asks for a name.
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