To my certain knowledge, there is not a member of church among them." "The godless knaves!" cried the magistrate.

"I should like to set the whole lot of them in the stocks, and then whip them out of the town at the cart's tail." "Yes, that is what they deserve, but then we cannot forget that they are necessary to the interests of the town--unless Salem is to give up all her shipping business--and these sailors are so clannish that if you strike one of them, you strike all.

No, it seems to me, Squire, we had better take no public notice of their vaporing; but simply adopt means to counteract any plans they may be laying." "Well, what would you suggest, Master Putnam?
Has Mistress Putnam any ideas upon the subject?
I have always found her a very sensible woman." "Yes, my wife is a very remarkable woman if I do say it," replied Master Putnam.

"Her plan is to send Master English and his wife off at once to Boston--that will save us all further trouble with them and their sailors." "A capital idea! It shall be carried out this very day," said the magistrate.
"And she also suggests that the young witch woman, Dulcibel Burton, should be sent with them.

That friend of my brother Joseph, is still staying around here; and Mistress Putnam does not exactly comprehend his motives for so long a visit." "Ah, indeed--what motive has he ?" And Squire Hathorne rubbed his broad forehead.
"There was some talk at one time of his keeping company with Mistress Burton." "What, the witch! that is too bad.