I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heat that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John-only somewhat bewildered. — Elizabeth Proctor Copy Share Image
I counted myself so plain, so poorly made, that no honest love could come to me. — Elizabeth Proctor Copy Share Image
I do not judge you. The magistrate sits in your heat that judges you. I never thought you but a good man, John-only somewhat… — Elizabeth Proctor Copy Share Image
