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Reverend Russell: They must sacrifice a young girl on two nights of the year.
Richard Barlow: When are these nights, sir?
Reverend Russell: Candlemas Eve, and the Witch's Sabbath.
Richard Barlow: Candlemas Eve, that, that's February the 1st, when is the Witch's Sabbath?
Reverend Russell: *Tonight*.

Nan Barlow: [upon hearing religious-type singing in her room, apparently coming from under the floor] Mrs. Newless! Mrs. Newless!
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: Yes, Miss Barlow?
Nan Barlow: I... I heard some strange noises in my room.
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: Oh, possibly the water pipes. This is a very old inn.
Nan Barlow: No, it seems to be coming from the cellar underneath.
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: I hardly think so, Miss Barlow. The cellars do not extend beneath your room.
Nan Barlow: But then why is there a trap door in the floor?
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: The ground was filled in many years ago to strengthen the foundations of the building.
Nan Barlow: But I'm sure I...
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: Well, if you insist, I will come and see.
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: [they both go into Nan's room, where it is now completely silent] I don't hear anything.
Nan Barlow: Well, just a few minutes ago... Never mind. I'm sorry.
Elizabeth Selwyn / Mrs. Newless: You're welcome. But you can see for yourself there is no ring in the trap door because there is no reason to lift it. There is *nothing* underneath but earth.

Richard Barlow: [to Nan] Any good encyclopedia will give you all the nonsense you want to know about witchcraft.
Prof. Alan Driscoll: Witchcraft is not nonsense, Barlow.
Richard Barlow: I'm sorry, Driscoll; witchcraft, black magic, sorcery--to me it's all mumbo jumbo. I'm a scientist, Driscoll, I believe what I can see, what I can feel and touch.
Prof. Alan Driscoll: The basis of fairy tales is reality, the basis of reality is fairy tales. As a scientist you should be familiar with that quotation.
Richard Barlow: Well, I don't believe that somebody in Chicago can die of a heart attack because some woman in New Orleans sticks a pin in a wax doll.
Prof. Alan Driscoll: Maybe YOU don't, but practitioners of voodoo claim otherwise.

Richard Barlow: When I look into a microscope, Driscoll, I see bacteria swimming, fighting, existing--that's real. These witches that were persecuted and burned in the 17th century were real too, but they weren't witches. They were pitiful human beings, victims of hysteria.
Prof. Alan Driscoll: There are many imminent scholars who have documented proof of the actual practice of witchcraft.
Richard Barlow: Yeah, but how effective was this practice? Did any of these imminent scholars ever meet a practicing witch? Did *you* ever meet a witch, Driscoll?
Prof. Alan Driscoll: Perhaps.

Prof. Alan Driscoll: In 1692, Elizabeth Selwyn went to the stake; she was buried in the churchyard in New England, and yet three years later, three years later a new wave of blood sacrifices broke out in the village that condemned her. The daughters of the elders who had condemned her were themselves found dead with every single drop of blood drained from their bodies, and afterwards people came forward to testify that they had actually seen Elizabeth Selwyn.

Reverend Russell: Why have you come to Whitewood?
Nan Barlow: Well, because I'm interested in witchcraft.
Reverend Russell: Young woman, leave Whitewood. Leave Whitewood tonight. For 300 years the devil has hollowed over the city, made it his own, the people in it are his. Evil has triumphed over good here! Look at my church: I have no parish, no one worships here. His is the power.

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