Parris. In straits like this there is no mercy in the divine will. Shall mercy be shown Satan?
Corwin. Mercy Lewis, is it in truth Olive Corey who afflicts you?
Mercy (hesitating). I am not so sure as I was.
Other Afflicted Girls. Nor I! nor I! nor I!
Mercy. Last time I was somewhat blinded and could not see her face. Methinks she was something taller than Olive.
Ann (shrieks). Oh, Olive is upon me! The sun shines on her face! I see her, she is choking me! Oh! oh!
Mercy (to Ann). Hush! If she be put away you'll not get Paul Bayley; I'll tell you that for a certainty, Ann Hutchins.
Ann. Oh! oh! she is killing me!
Mercy. I see her naught; 'tis a taller person who is afflicting Ann. (To Ann.) Leave your outcries or I will confess to the magistrates. [Ann becomes quiet.
Corwin. Ann Hutchins, saw you in truth Olive Corey afflicting you?