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1 The scarlet letter burned on Hester Prynne's bosom.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In XIV. HESTER AND THE PHYSICIAN
2 The glow, which they had just before beheld burning on his cheek, was extinguished, like a flame that sinks down hopelessly among the late decaying embers.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In XXIII. THE REVELATION OF THE SCARLET LETTER
3 It was doubtless caused by one of those meteors, which the night-watcher may so often observe burning out to waste, in the vacant regions of the atmosphere.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In XII. THE MINISTER'S VIGIL
4 At the final hour, when she was so soon to fling aside the burning letter, it had strangely become the centre of more remark and excitement, and was thus made to sear her breast more painfully, than at any time since the first day she put it on.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In XXII. THE PROCESSION
5 Not but the meteor may have shown itself at that point, burning duskily through a veil of cloud, but with no such shape as his guilty imagination gave it, or, at least, with so little definiteness, that another's guilt might have seen another symbol in it.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In XII. THE MINISTER'S VIGIL
6 Sometimes a light glimmered out of the physician's eyes, burning blue and ominous, like the reflection of a furnace, or, let us say, like one of those gleams of ghastly fire that darted from Bunyan's awful doorway in the hillside, and quivered on the pilgrim's face.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In X. THE LEECH AND HIS PATIENT
7 In a moment, however, wisely judging that one token of her shame would but poorly serve to hide another, she took the baby on her arm, and with a burning blush, and yet a haughty smile, and a glance that would not be abashed, looked around at her townspeople and neighbours.
The Scarlet LetterBy Nathaniel Hawthorne ContextHighlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE