Do you suppose that he will let me be kept here in prison?
Of course he will come.

Why do you not let me go ?' 'It is right that you should be here, Hester,' he said, as he passed up-stairs to his own bedroom.

It was a terrible job of work for which he had no strength whatever himself, and as to which he was beginning to doubt whether even his wife's strength would suffice.

As for her, as for Hester, perhaps it would be well that she should be wearied and broken into submission.

But it was fearful to think that his wife should have to sit there the whole day saying nothing, doing nothing, merely watching lest her daughter should attempt to escape through some window.
'It will kill your father, I think,' said the mother.
'Why does he not let me go then?
I have to think of my husband and my child.' Then again there was silence.