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 | | Parris, (studies her, then nods, half convinced): Abigail, I have fought here three long years to bend these stiff-necked people to me, and now, just now when some good respect is rising for me in the parish, you compromise my very character. |
 | | Parris, (hardly able to contain his anger and fear): I should like to question- Danforth-(his first real outburst, in which his contempt for Parris is clear): Mr. |
 | | Parris, you are a brainless man! (He walks in thought, deeply worried.) Parris: Excellency, it profit nothing you should blame me. I cannot think they would run off except they fear to keep in Salem any more. |
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