The Great Vault Brightened Like a Dome of an Impossible Lamp

Wilt thou stand here with my mother and me, tomorrow noontide, inquired Pearl? Nay, not so, my little Pearl answered the minister. Not then Pearl said the minister, but another time. And what other time, persisted the child? At the great judgment day whispered the minister. But before Mr. Dimmsdale had done speaking a light gleamed far and wide over all the muffled sky. It was doubtless caused by one of those meteors which the night watcher may so often observe, burning out to waste in the vacant regions of the atmosphere. So powerful was its radiance, that it thoroughly illuminated the dense medium of cloud betwixt the sky and earth

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