The guards have brought back Mary Warren, who looks like death warmed over, nearly stunned with terror and showing the whites of her eyes like a frightened horse. The guards now escort Bridget to the waiting court. Whatever they say to her she ignores, preoccupied by the puzzle of who has accused her this time, here in a place of strangers. Except for the magistrates, John Hathorne and Jonathan Corwin, whom she has faced before, she recognizes no one in the packed meeting house—certainly not the cluster of afflicted witnesses—young chits, women old enough to know better, and an Indian man. All of them fall in fits at her approach. She answers the charges firmly. “I am innocent. I know nothing of it. I have done no witchcraft.” She looks from side to side out over the audience crowding the room. “I take all this people to witness that I am clear.” Hathorne, who does most of the talking, orders the afflicted to look carefully at the defendant and see if she is the same whose specter has been hurting them.
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