We’re not regular poor.
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| — | Vivian, Slums of Beverly Hills. (via jigsawfragments) |
The Crucible
Proctor: This is a surprise, Abby. I’d thought to find you gayer than this. I’m told a troop of boys go step for step with you wherever you walk these days.
Abigail: Aye, they do. But I have only lewd looks from the boys.
Proctor: And you like that not?
Abigail: I cannot bear lewd looks no more, John. My spirit’s changed entirely. I ought be given Godly looks when I suffer for them as I do.
Proctor: Oh? How do you suffer, Abby?
Abigail, pulls up dress: Why, look at my leg. I’m holes all over from their damned needles and pins.
The Crucible
Proctor: This is a surprise, Abby. I’d thought to find you gayer than this. I’m told a troop of boys go step for step with you wherever you walk these days.
Abigail: Aye, they do. But I have only lewd looks from the boys.
Proctor: And you like that not?
Abigail: I cannot bear lewd looks no more, John. My spirit’s changed entirely. I ought be given Godly looks when I suffer for them as I do.
Proctor: Oh? How do you suffer, Abby?
Abigail, pulls up dress: Why, look at my leg. I’m holes all over from their damned needles and pins.
