] -- It's lonesome this hour crossing
the hill, and if he won't come along with me, I'd have a right maybe to stop
this night with yourselves. Let me stretch out on the settle, Pegeen Mike;
and himself can lie by the hearth.
PEGEEN -- [short and fiercely.] -- Faith, I won't. Quit off or I will send
you now.
WIDOW QUIN -- [gathering her shawl up.] -- Well, it's a terror to be aged a
score. (To Christy.) God bless you now, young fellow, and let you be wary,
or there's right torment will await you here if you go romancing with her
like, and she waiting only, as they bade me say, on a sheepskin parchment to
be wed with Shawn Keogh of Killakeen.
CHRISTY -- [going to Pegeen as she bolts the door.] -- What's that she's after
saying?
PEGEEN. Lies and blather, you've no call to mind. Well, isn't Shawn Keogh an
impudent fellow to send up spying on me? Wait till I lay hands on him. Let
him wait, I'm saying.
CHRISTY. And you're not wedding him at all?
PEGEEN. I wouldn't wed him if a bishop came walking for to join us here.
CHRISTY. That God in glory may be thanked for that.
PEGEEN. There's your bed now. I've put a quilt upon you I'm after quilting a
while since with my own two hands, and you'd best stretch out now for your
sleep, and may God give you a good rest till I call you in the morning when
the cocks will crow.
CHRISTY -- [as she goes to inner room.] -- May God and Mary and St. Patrick
bless you and reward you, for your kindly talk.
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