And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning… — Abigail Williams Copy Share Image
I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I came near! — Abigail Williams Copy Share Image
I am but God's finger, John. If he would condemn Elizabeth, she will be condemned. — Abigail Williams Copy Share Image
I look for the John Proctor who took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart! — Abigail Williams Copy Share Image
And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come… — Abigail Williams Copy Share Image
I want to open myself. ... I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus. I danced for the Devil;… — Abigail Williams Copy Share Image
