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The Crucible

Elizabeth Proctor

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Start: John, it come to naught that I should forgive you, if you'll not forgive yourself. It is not my soul, John, it is yours.

End: Suspicion kissed you when I did; I never knew how I should say my love. It were a cold house I kept!

For full extended monologue, see:
Miller, Arthur. The Crucible, Penguin Books, 1988, pp 136-7.

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