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"Do you think so?" queried Dulcibel in a glad voice, a light seeming to break in upon her. "Well, I take it for granted that there were plenty of insane people in the old times as there are now; and yet I see no mention of them as such, in either the Old or the New Testament." "I never thought of that before; it seems to me a very reasonable explanation, does it not strike you so, Master Putnam?"
"I owe you no thanks for anything; but" and the young man laughed as he turned to Dulcibel "I never could trap even a fox without pitying the animal." Dulcibel went up to the minister, and put her hand upon his arm: "Do I look so much like a witch?" she said in a playful tone. "We are told that Satan can enrobe himself like an angel of light," replied Master Mather severely.
When Ellis Raymond took up his hat, and then lingered minute after minute, as if he could not bring himself to the point of departure, he simply manifested anew to the maiden what his tones and looks had been telling her for an hour, that he admired her very greatly. "Come soon again," Dulcibel said softly, as the young man managed to open the door at last, and make his final adieu.
"You do not ask where we are going, Dulcibel?" at last said Master Raymond. She could not see the sweet smile on his face; but she could feel it in his voice. "Anywhere, with you!" the maiden replied in a low tone. "We are going to be married." He felt the pressure of her hand upon his arm in response. "That is, if we can find a minister to perform the ceremony."
It is bringing him a message from the other witch Dulcibel Burton. See! see! there it goes back again to her through the window!" So well was this done, that probably half of the people present would have been willing to swear the next day, that they actually saw the yellow bird as she described it. "Ask him if he did not give her the yellow bird," said Leah Herrick.
Fortunately, however, for Dulcibel, the interest of all these was now centered upon the trials that were in progress, the contumacious obstinacy of Giles Corey, the host of new accusations at Ipswich and other neighboring places, and the preparations for the execution of those already condemned to death.
In fact though, Master Raymond and Dulcibel scarcely noted his going, for they were now seated on a small sofa, the arm of the young husband around the shapely waist of his newly-made wife, and the minister dismissed from their minds as completely as the wine-glass out of which they had just drank.
And Robie further said that he had been assured by the Boston jailer, that Mistress Phips, the wife of the Governor, had no sympathy whatever with the witchcraft prosecutions, but a great deal of sympathy for the victims of it. The game was therefore played out at Salem, now that Dulcibel had been transferred to Boston; and Master Raymond began to make arrangements at once to leave the place.
Through Lady Mary, in some way, Dulcibel hoped to escape from the prison; trusting that, if once at large, Master Raymond would be able to provide for her safety. But there was one great difficulty. She, with the others, had given her word to the Keeper not to escape, as the price of her present exemption from confinement in an exposed, unhealthy cell.
Dulcibel Burton was not one of his household, nor within his gates. Burn Me, or Hang Me, I Will Stand in the Truth of Christ.
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