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Jethro Sands had of late shown a disposition to renew his attentions to Dulcibel; but, after two or three visits, in the last of which he had given the maiden the desired opportunity, she had plainly intimated to him that the old state of affairs between them could never be restored.
The next afternoon the meeting-house at Salem village was crowded to its utmost capacity; for Dulcibel Burton and Antipas Newton were to be brought before the worshipful magistrates, John Hathorne and Jonathan Corwin. These worthies were not only magistrates, but persons of great note and influence, being members of the highest legislative and judicial body in the Province of Massachusetts Bay.
"Yes everybody says so," he replied coolly, as if it were a fact of very little importance to him, and a matter which he had thought very little about. Dulcibel, was not one to aim all around the remark; she came at once, simply and directly to the point. "Did you ever pay her any attentions?" "Oh, no, not to speak of. What made you think of such an absurd thing?"
If Captain Tolley could not find among his sailors those who would undertake the job, he, Master Joseph, would come down any night with three stout men, overpower the keepers, and carry off Mistress Dulcibel, with the requisite amount of violence to keep her promise unbroken. Master Raymond wrote a note in return. He was much obliged for the information.
He it was, so Dulcibel had said, from whom she had the gift of the "yellow bird." She knew Captain Alden by reputation. Like the other seamen of the time he was superstitious in some directions, but not at all in others.
Her little black mare was always groomed to perfection, he never being satisfied until he took a white linen handkerchief that he kept for the purpose, and, passing it over the mare's shining coat, saw that no stain or loose black hair remained on it. "You think that Mistress Dulcibel is an angel, do you not?" said one of the female servants to him about this time, a little scornfully.
Fie stopped frequently in his work, and muttered to himself; and then laughed wildly, or shed tears. He talked about the witches and the Devil and evil spirits, and the strange things that he saw at night, in the insane fashion that characterized the "afflicted children." As for Dulcibel in these times, she kept pretty much to herself, going out very little.
His avowed reason, which Master Putnam perfectly understood, was to prosecute his suit to Dulcibel, and see her safely through the dangerous excitement also. "They have condemned Bridget Bishop to death," said Master Putnam, coming into the house one morning from a conversation with a neighbor. "I supposed they would," replied Master Raymond.
"But probably he will lie about it." "Did you not give the witch, Dulcibel Burton, a yellow bird, which is one of her familiars?" said Squire Hathorne sternly. "I gave her a canary bird that I brought from the West Indies, if that is what you mean," replied the Captain. "But what harm was there in that?" "I knew it! The yellow bird told me so, when it came to peck out my eyes," cried Mercy Lewis.
But in the course of the following winter she also died, leaving this only child, Dulcibel, now a beautiful girl of eighteen years. Dulcibel, as was natural, went on living with the Buckleys, who had no children of their own, and were very good-hearted and affectionate people.
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