“You speak, my friend, with a strange earnestness," said old Roger Chillingworth, smiling at him.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“She marvelled how she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him! She deemed it her crime most to be repented… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“A good man's prayers are golden recompense!" rejoined old Roger Chillingworth, as he took his leave. "Yea, they are the current gold… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
