The scarlet letter had not done its office.
那个红字尚未克尽厥责。

Now, however, her interview with the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, on the night of his vigil, had given her a new theme of reflection, and held up to her an object that appeared worthy of any exertion and sacrifice for its attainment. She had witnessed the intense misery beneath which the minister struggled, or, to speak more accurately, had ceased to struggle. She saw that he stood on the verge of lunacy, if he had not already stepped across it. It was impossible to doubt, that, whatever painful efficacy there might be in the secret sting of remorse, a deadlier venom had been infused into it by the hand that proffered relief. A secret enemy had been continually by his side, under the semblance of a friend and helper, and had availed himself of the opportunities thus afforded for tampering with the delicate springs of Mr. Dimmesdale's nature. Hester could not but ask herself, whether there had not originally been a defect of truth, courage, and loyalty, on her own part, in allowing the minister to be thrown into a position where so much evil was to be foreboded, and nothing auspicious to be hoped. Her only justification lay in the fact, that she had been able to discern no method of rescuing him from a blacker ruin than had overwhelmed herself, except by acquiescing in Roger Chillingworth's scheme of disguise. Under that impulse, she had made her choice, and had chosen, as it now appeared, the more wretched alternative of the two. She determined to redeem her error, so far as it might yet be possible. Strengthened by years of hard and solemn trial, she felt herself no longer so inadequate to cope with Roger Chillingworth as on that night, abased by sin, and half maddened by the ignominy that was still new, when they had talked together in the prison-chamber. She had climbed her way, since then, to a higher point. The old man, on the other hand, had brought himself nearer to her level, or perhaps below it, by the revenge which he had stooped for.
但是此时，自从那天夜里丁梅斯代尔先生夜游时他俩见了一面以来，她又有了一个新的题目去思索；在她看来，为了达到那一目标，她简直值得耗尽一切精力并作出一切牺牲。她已经目睹了牧师是在多么剧烈的痛苦之中挣扎着——或者说得更准确些，是怎样停止挣扎的。她亲眼看到，他已经站到发疯的边缘——如果说他还没有跨过那边缘处于疯狂状态的话。无庸置疑，不管自责的秘刺中有什么致痛的功效，那只提供救援之手又在那螫刺中注入了致他死命的毒液。一个秘密的敌人，假借朋友和救护者之名，时刻不离他的方前左右，并借此机会撬动丁梅斯代尔先生秉性中纤弱的锁簧。海丝特不禁自问：是否由于她这方面在真诚、勇气及忠贞上本来存在着缺陷，才造成牧师被抛进凶隙横生、毫无祥兆的境地呢？她唯一能够自我辩解的就是：除去默许罗杰·齐灵渥斯隐姓埋名之外，她原本别无它法使牧师免遭比她承受的还要阴暗的毁灭。在那种动机之下，她作出了自己的抉择，而如今看来，她所选定购却是二者之间更加不幸的方案。她决心在尽可能的情况下来补偿自己的过失。经过多年艰苦和严正的考验，她已经坚强有力多了，自信不象当年那个夜晚那样不是罗杰·齐灵渥斯的对手了：当晚他俩在牢房中谈话时，她是刚刚肩负犯罪的重压，并为羞耻之心逼得半疯的。从那晚起，她已在自己的道路上攀登到一个新高度了。面另一方面；那个老人呢，由于不顾一切地寻求复仇，则使自己降低到同她接近或许比她还低的水平了。

In fine, Hester Prynne resolved to meet her former husband, and do what might be in her power for the rescue of the victim on whom he had so evidently set his gripe. The occasion was not long to seek. One afternoon, walking with Pearl in a retired part of the peninsula, she beheld the old physician, with a basket on one arm, and a staff in the other hand, stooping along the ground, in quest of roots and herbs to concoct his medicines withal.
终于，海丝特·白兰打定主意去会她原先的丈夫，尽她的全力来解救显然已落入对方掌握之中的牺牲品。没过多久；她便找到了机会；一天下午，在半岛上一处荒无人烟的地点，她带着珠儿散步，刚好看见那老医生，一手挽着篮子，另一只手往着拐杖，正弯着腰在地上一路搜寻可以配药的树根和药草。