| Abigail: Why, you taught me goodness, therefore you are good. It were a fire you walked me through, and all my ignorance was burned away. It were a fire, John, we lay in Fire. and from that night no woman dare called me wicked anymore but I knew my answer. I use to weep for my sins when the wind lifted up my skirts; and blushed for shame when some old Rebecca called me loose. And you burned my ignorance away. as bare as some December tree I saw them all- walking like saints to church, running to feed the sick, and hypocrites in their hearts! And God gave me the strength to call them liars, and God made men listen to me, and by God I will scrub the world clean for the love of him! Oh, John, I will make you such a wife when the world is white again! You will be amazed to see me everyday, a light of heaven in your house, a-Why are you so cold? |
