] -- I'm after meeting
Shawn Keogh and Father Reilly below, who told me of your curiosity man, and
they fearing by this time he was maybe roaring, romping on your hands with
drink.
PEGEEN [pointing to Christy.] -- Look now is he roaring, and he stretched
away drowsy with his supper and his mug of milk. Walk down and tell that to
Father Reilly and to Shaneen Keogh.
WIDOW QUIN -- [coming forward.] -- I'll not see them again, for I've their
word to lead that lad forward for to lodge with me.
PEGEEN -- [in blank amazement.] -- This night, is it?
WIDOW QUIN -- [going over.] -- This night. "It isn't fitting," says the
priesteen, "to have his likeness lodging with an orphaned girl." (To
Christy.) God save you, mister!
CHRISTY -- [shyly.] -- God save you kindly.
WIDOW QUIN -- [looking at him with half-amazed curiosity.] -- Well, aren't you
a little smiling fellow? It should have been great and bitter torments did
rouse your spirits to a deed of blood.
CHRISTY -- [doubtfully.] It should, maybe.
WIDOW QUIN. It's more than "maybe" I'm saying, and it'd soften my heart to
see you sitting so simple with your cup and cake, and you fitter to be saying
your catechism than slaying your da.
PEGEEN -- [at counter, washing glasses.] -- There's talking when any'd see
he's fit to be holding his head high with the wonders of the world. Walk on
from this, for I'll not have him tormented and he destroyed travelling since
Tuesday was a week.
WIDOW QUIN -- [peaceably.
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