m　all。　It　was　a　maiden　newly　won…　andwon　by　the　Reverend　Mr。　Dimmesdale's　own　sermon；　on　the　Sabbathafter　his　vigil；　to　barter　the　transitory　pleasures　of　the　world　forthe　heavenly　hope；　that　was　to　assume　brighter　substance　as　lifegrew　dark　around　her；　and　which　would　gild　the　utter　gloom　withfinal　glory。　She　was　fair　and　pure　as　a　lily　that　had　bloomed　inParadise。　The　minister　knew　well　that　he　was　himself　enshrinedwithin　the　stainless　sanctity　of　her　heart；　which　hung　its　snowycurtains　about　his　image；　imparting　to　religion　the　warmth　of　love；and　to　love　a　re