Witches' books never burn," said Squire Hathorne.
"Here are the images," said a constable, producing two little rag-babies, that Dulcibel was making for a neighbor's children.
The crowd looked breathlessly on as "these diabolical instruments of torture" were placed upon the table before the magistrates.
"Dulcibel Burton, stand up and look upon your accusers," said Squire Hathorne.
Dulcibel had sunk upon a bench while the above conversation was going on--she felt overpowered by the curious and malignant eyes turned upon her from all parts of the room.

Now she rose and faced the audience, glancing around to see one loved face.

At last her eyes met his; he was standing erect, even proudly; his arms crossed over his breast, his face composed and firm, his dark eyes glowing and determined.

He dared not utter a word, but he spoke to her from the inmost depths of his soul: "Be firm, be courageous, be resolute!" This was what Raymond meant to say; and this is what Dulcibel, with her sensitive and impassioned nature, understood him to mean.

And from that moment a marked change came over her whole appearance.