(He starts.) Is she
coming again? (He looks out.) Stranger girls. God help me, where'll I hide
myself away and my long neck nacked to the world? (He looks out.) I'd best
go to the room maybe till I'm dressed again. [He gathers up his coat and the
looking-glass, and runs into the inner room. The door is pushed open, and
Susan Brady looks in, and knocks on door.]
SUSAN. There's nobody in it. [Knocks again.]
NELLY -- [pushing her in and following her, with Honor Blake and Sara Tansey.]
It'd be early for them both to be out walking the hill.
SUSAN. I'm thinking Shawn Keogh was making game of us and there's no such man
in it at all.
HONOR -- [pointing to straw and quilt.] -- Look at that. He's been sleeping
there in the night. Well, it'll be a hard case if he's gone off now, the way
we'll never set our eyes on a man killed his father, and we after rising early
and destroying ourselves running fast on the hill.
NELLY. Are you thinking them's his boots?
SARA -- [taking them up.] -- If they are, there should be his father's track
on them. Did you never read in the papers the way murdered men do bleed and
drip?
SUSAN. Is that blood there, Sara Tansey?
SARAH -- [smelling it.] -- That's bog water, I'm thinking, but it's his own
they are surely, for I never seen the like of them for whity mud, and red mud,
and turf on them, and the fine sands of the sea. That man's been walking, I'm
telling you. [She goes down right, putting on one of his boots.
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