forth　from　themystic　symbol；　subtly　municating　itself　to　my　sensibilities；　butevading　the　analysis　of　my　mind。 While　thus　perplexed…　and　cogitating；　among　other　hypotheses；whether　the　letter　might　not　have　been　one　of　those　decorationswhich　the　white　men　used　to　contrive；　in　order　to　take　the　eyes　ofIndians…　I　happened　to　place　it　on　my　breast。　It　seemed　to　me…　thereader　may　smile；　but　must　not　doubt　my　word…　it　seemed　to　me；　then；that　I　experienced　a　sensation　not　altogether　physical；　yet　almost　so；as　of　burning　heat；　and　as　if　the　letter　were　not　of　red　cloth；　butred…hot　iron。　I　shuddered；　and　involuntarily　let　it　fall　upon　thefloor。 In　the　absorbing　contemplation　of　the　scarlet　letter；　I　had　hithertoneglected　to　examine　a　small　roll　of　dingy　paper；　around　which　ithad　been　twisted。　This　I　now　opened；　and　had　the　satisfaction　to　find；recorded　by　the　old　Surveyor's　pen；　a　reasonably　pleteexplanation　of　the　whole　affair。　There　were　several　foolscap　sheets；containing　many　particulars　respecting　the　life　and　conversation　ofone　Hester　Prynne；　who　appeared　to　have　been　rather　a　noteworthypersonage　in　the　view　of　our　ancestors。　She　had　flourished　duringthe　period　between　the　early　days　of　Massachusetts　and　the　close　ofthe　seventeenth　century。　Aged　persons；　alive　in　the　time　of　Mr。Surveyor　Pue；　and　from　whose　oral　testimony　he　had　made　up　hisnarrative；　remembered　her；　in　their　youth；　as　a　very　old；　but　notdecrepit　woman；　of　a　stately　and　solemn　aspect。　It　had　been　her　habit；from　a