Scarlet Letter Persuasive Letter

Jackie Prokopeas
Professor Crombar
English 3 GT AP
23 September 2015 The Will Years had passed since Pearl and Hester had fled the New World and returned to Europe. Although no one in Europe knew about their past, it seemed almost as if their sins had followed them on their voyage across the Atlantic because wherever they fled to they had no companions, and were ostracized from the rest of society. Being so secluded, it was very unlikely for a letter to make its way to either Hester and Pearl, however on one very peculiar day, on a day Pearl was about to ensconce on a walk, until she noticed an envelope on her doorstep, handwritten across the top read,
“For the eyes of the one who never wronged me, Pearl” Pearl, quite perplexed as

From my earliest memories, I knew that my soul was not destined to ascend into the golden gates of Heaven, but rather the formidable under-world. Furthermore, I understood that I had no discression on the contents of my character since I was created as such at birth, leaving no possibility for redemption. Knowing such, I became a scholar, hiding myself behind my books, avoiding temptation. For the same reason, I married your innocent, young mother Hester to occupy myself and play the providing husband, leaving no curious eyes with any doubts of my intentions. Hester I’m sure soon after came to realize the devil of a man she had married, but before this revelation and my turn for the worst I had crafted the perfect den of safety to shield us both from the outside world and the horrors within it. It was my decision to move to New England where our perfect den was compromised
Thinking that living upon a hill could detract my soul from dark influences, I sent your tolerant mother to Boston to establish a residence for the both of us upon my arrival. However, completely unanticipated, I found myself for two years, living in the wild amongst the Indians learning their way of life in regard to their medicines and cures and most importantly, the way in which they lived life beyond what I could have imagined or ever read in any single

He was a good man; I began to care for him, we slowly became friends. But often our friendship was cut short when I would begin to feel a flame of jealousy erode from within me and I couldn’t stop myself from prying with his heart and mind. I’m not sure what I wanted from your father, but his pain certainly wasn’t it! Yet I couldn’t stop, what I was doing became out of my control. It was as if I became the Black Man’s puppet, each pull at me was a pull and snap at a different one of Dimmesdale’s heart