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"Kill it! kill the familiar! Kill the devil's imp!" came in various voices, the angry tones being not without an inflection of fear. Several pulled out their rapiers. Jethro was the quickest. He made a desperate lunge at the little creature, and impaled it on the point of his weapon. Dulcibel shook off the hold of the constable and sprang forward.
When Dulcibel and Antipas, in the custody of four constables, reached the Salem jail, it was about eleven o'clock at night. The jailor, evidently had expected them; for he threw open the door at once.
Quiet at last being restored, Magistrate Hathorne said: "Dulcibel Burton, why do you torment Mistress Putnam and these others in this grievous fashion?" "I do not torment them," replied Dulcibel calmly, but a little scornfully. "Who does torment them, then?" "How should I know perhaps Satan." "What makes you suppose that Satan torments them?" "Because they tell lies."
At first Dulcibel had been rather impressed by the sermons of Master Parris and Master Noyes and the other ministers, to the effect that Satan was making a deadly assault upon the "saints," in revenge for their interference with his hitherto undisputed domination of the new world.
And, dupe and tool as he is of that she-wolf, and though there is no great amount of love lost between us still I am his brother! And that protects me. Besides they know that it is as much any two men's lives are worth to attempt to arrest me." "And then you think there is no special enmity against Dulcibel?" "I have not said so.
"I know the young man whose spectre you saw, for he and that black witch of a mare seem to be making their nightly rounds together. They 'afflicted' me the other night the same way. I flung them off; and I asked him what he meant by acting in that way? And he said he was a lover of the witch Dulcibel; who was one of the queens of Hell I might know that by the snake-mark on her bosom.
Now, come down into the cabin and see the preparations I have made for you; a sailor's daughter must have the best of sailor's cheer." "One word, Captain," said Master Raymond, as the Captain came up on deck again, leaving Dulcibel to the privacy of her state-room. "It does not seem fitting that a young unmarried woman should be alone on a vessel like this, with no matron to bear her company."
But realizing at last that she would not, he took his departure in a towering anger. Of course this was the last of his visits. But Dulcibel had made a deadly enemy. It was unfortunate, for the maiden already had many who disliked her among the young people of the village. She was a superior person for one thing, and "gave herself airs," as some said.
Remember that this is war and a just war against false witnesses, the shedders of innocent blood, and wicked or deceived rulers. If I am imprisoned, what is to become of Dulcibel? Think of her do not think of me." Joseph Putnam was greatly agitated. "I will do all I can for both of you. But my soul recoils from anything like deceit, as from wickedness itself.
She knew, for everybody knew, that Master Ellis Raymond had gone to Boston. In a village like Salem at that time, such fact could hardly be concealed. "What had he gone for? "To see a friend," Joseph Putnam had said. "What friend?" queried Mistress Ann. That seemed important for her to know. She had accused Dulcibel in the first place as a means of hurting Joseph Putnam.
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