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"Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam's dead sisters. And that is all. And mark this.
Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some
terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know I can do it; I saw Indians smash my
dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done at night, and I can make you wish you
had never seen the sun go down!" -Abigail Williams
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