You drank blood, Abby! You drank acharm to kill John Proctor's wife!
Mercy, Mary, let either of you breathe a word, or the edgeof a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terriblenight and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.
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