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Dulcibel

CHAPTER XVII
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If Dulcibel looked at them, they cried she was tormenting them.

If she looked upward in resignation to Heaven, they also stared upwards with fixed, stiff necks.
If she leaned her head one side they did the same, until it seemed as if their necks would be broken; and the jailers forced up Dulcibel's neck with their coarse, dirty hands.
Dulcibel had not attended any of the other examinations, but similar demonstrations on the part of the "afflicted" had been described to her.
It was very different, however, to hear of such things and to experience them in her own person.

And if she had been at all a nervous and less healthy young woman, she might have been overcome by them, and even led to admit, as so many others had admitted under similar influences, that she really was a witch, and compelled by her master, the devil, could not help tormenting these poor victims.
"Why do you not cease this ?" at last cried Squire Hathorne, sternly and wrathfully.
"Cease what ?" she replied indignantly.
"Tormenting these poor, suffering children and women!" "You see I am not tormenting them.

Bid these men unloose my hands, they are hurting me." "They say your spectre and your familiar are tormenting them." "They are bearing false witness against me." "Who does hurt them then ?" "Their master, the devil, I suppose and his imps." "Why should he hurt them ?" "Because they are liars, and bear false witness; being hungry for innocent blood." The spirit of the free-thinking, free-spoken old sea-captain--nurtured by the free winds and the free waves for forty years--was fully alive now in his daughter.

A righteous, holy indignation at the abominable farce that was going on with all its gross lying and injustice had taken possession of her, and she cared no longer for the opinions of any one around her, and thought not even of her lover looking on, but only of truth and justice.


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