1 At his arrival in the market-place, and some time before she saw him, the stranger had bent his eyes on Hester Prynne.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 2 Hester Prynne, meanwhile, kept her place upon the pedestal of shame, with glazed eyes, and an air of weary indifference.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 3 "Never," replied Hester Prynne, looking, not at Mr. Wilson, but into the deep and troubled eyes of the younger clergyman.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 4 Again, as if her mother's agonised gesture were meant only to make sport for her, did little Pearl look into her eyes, and smile.
5 The unhappy culprit sustained herself as best a woman might, under the heavy weight of a thousand unrelenting eyes, all fastened upon her, and concentrated at her bosom.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE 6 The eyes of the wrinkled scholar glowed so intensely upon her, that Hester Prynne clasped her hand over her heart, dreading lest he should read the secret there at once.
7 Hester Prynne," said he, leaning over the balcony and looking down steadfastly into her eyes, "thou hearest what this good man says, and seest the accountability under which I labour.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 8 When he found the eyes of Hester Prynne fastened on his own, and saw that she appeared to recognize him, he slowly and calmly raised his finger, made a gesture with it in the air, and laid it on his lips.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 9 There she beheld another countenance, of a man well stricken in years, a pale, thin, scholar-like visage, with eyes dim and bleared by the lamp-light that had served them to pore over many ponderous books.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE 10 There he stood, with a border of grizzled locks beneath his skull-cap, while his grey eyes, accustomed to the shaded light of his study, were winking, like those of Hester's infant, in the unadulterated sunshine.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 11 She seemed conscious, indeed, that whatever sympathy she might expect lay in the larger and warmer heart of the multitude; for, as she lifted her eyes towards the balcony, the unhappy woman grew pale, and trembled.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 12 Yet there were intervals when the whole scene, in which she was the most conspicuous object, seemed to vanish from her eyes, or, at least, glimmered indistinctly before them, like a mass of imperfectly shaped and spectral images.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE 13 I might have known that, as I came out of the vast and dismal forest, and entered this settlement of Christian men, the very first object to meet my eyes would be thyself, Hester Prynne, standing up, a statue of ignominy, before the people.
14 The grass-plot before the jail, in Prison Lane, on a certain summer morning, not less than two centuries ago, was occupied by a pretty large number of the inhabitants of Boston, all with their eyes intently fastened on the iron-clamped oaken door.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE 15 She had dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sunshine with a gleam; and a face which, besides being beautiful from regularity of feature and richness of complexion, had the impressiveness belonging to a marked brow and deep black eyes.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In II. THE MARKET-PLACE 16 He was a person of very striking aspect, with a white, lofty, and impending brow; large, brown, melancholy eyes, and a mouth which, unless when he forcibly compressed it, was apt to be tremulous, expressing both nervous sensibility and a vast power of self restraint.
The Scarlet Letter By Nathaniel HawthorneContextHighlight In III. THE RECOGNITION 17 Whenever that look appeared in her wild, bright, deeply black eyes, it invested her with a strange remoteness and intangibility: it was as if she were hovering in the air, and might vanish, like a glimmering light that comes we know not whence and goes we know not whither.
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