"Never."
"Verily, she hath bewitched you."
"I do not believe in witchcraft."
"What! Do you deny the word of God? Have a care! You are going too far in this. And your mother?"
"She does not believe in it, either."
"Charles, why have you and your mother grievously opposed me?" he demanded, his eyes glaring with hatred and his breath coming hard, while a white froth, tinged with blood, exuded from his lips.
"Because you are a bad man, Mr. Parris," cried Charles. "You are a saintly fraud."
The rage of the pastor knew no bounds. Pointing his wounded and bleeding hand at Charles, he cried:
"Go! and may the curse of an outraged God go with you!"
Charles went home.