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One morning, in the city of Boston..
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| Hey Dimmesdale! How are you? | |
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| HESTER PRYNNE!? I.. I don't know you! I am a reverend, I cannot associate myself with a lowly sinner like you! | |
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Later that night, in the forest..
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| Oh, HESTER! Thou art my better angel! | |
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| Good morning, Dimmesdale! | |
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| I cannot be seen with a sinner! You are a sinner, Hester Prynne! I must go and preach, good day! | |
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