Abigail

Proctor

"Now look you. All of you. We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam’s dead sisters. And that is all. 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 that will shudder you. And you know I can do it..."

 "I come to see what mischief your uncle’s brewin’ now. With final emphasis: Put it out of mind, Abby."