…baby；　and　thepomp；　in　little；　of　an　infant　princess。　Throughout　all；　however；　therewas　a　trait　of　passion；　a　certain　depth　of　hue；　which　she　neverlost；　and　if；　in　any　of　her　changes；　she　had　grown　fainter　or　paler；she　would　have　ceased　to　be　herself…　it　would　have　been　no　longerPearl！ This　outward　mutability　indicated；　and　did　not　more　than　fairlyexpress；　the　various　properties　of　her　inner　life。　Her　nature　appearedto　possess　depth；　too；　as　well　as　variety；　but…　or　else　Hester's　fearsdeceived　her…　it　lacked　reference　and　adaptation　to　the　world　intowhich　she　was　born。　The　child　could　not　be　made　amenable　to　rules。In　giving　her　existence；　a　great　law　had　been　broken；　and　the　resultwas　a　being　whose　elements　were　perhaps　beautiful　and　brilliant；　butall　in　disorder；　or　with　an　order　peculiar　to　themselves；　amidst　whichthe　point　of　variety　and　arrangement　was　difficult　or　impossible　to　bediscovered。　Hester　could　only　account　for　the　child's　character…　andeven　then　most　vaguely　and　imperfectly…　by　recalling　what　sheherself　had　been；　during　that　momentous　period　while　Pearl　wasimbibing　her　soul　from　the　spiritual　world；　and　her　bodily　framefrom　its　material　of　earth。　The　mother's　impassioned　state　had　beenthe　medium　through　which　were　transmitted　to　the　unborn　infant　therays　of　its　moral　Life；　and；　however　white　and　clear　originally；they　had　taken　the　deep　stains　of　crimson　and　gold；　the　fierylustre；　the　black　shadow；　and　the　untempered　light；　of　the　interveningsubstance。　Above　all；　the　warfare　of　Hester's　spirit；　at　that　epoch；was　perpetuated　in　Pearl。　She　could　recognise　her　wild；　desperate；defiant　mood；　the　flightiness　of　her　temper；　and　even　some　of　the　verycloud…shapes　of　gloom　and　despondency　that　had　brooded　in　her　heart。They　were　now　illuminated　by　the　morning　radia