Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
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Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated.

— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
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