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SUSAN -- [going to window.] -- Maybe he's stolen off to Belmullet with the
boots of Michael James, and you'd have a right so to follow after him, Sara
Tansey, and you the one yoked the ass cart and drove ten miles to set your
eyes on the man bit the yellow lady's nostril on the northern shore. [She
looks out.]
SARA -- [running to window with one boot on.] -- Don't be talking, and we
fooled to-day. (Putting on other boot.) There's a pair do fit me well, and
I'll be keeping them for walking to the priest, when you'd be ashamed this
place, going up winter and summer with nothing worth while to confess at all.
HONOR -- [who has been listening at the door.] -- Whisht! there's someone
inside the room. (She pushes door a chink open.) It's a man. [Sara kicks off
boots and puts them where they were. They all stand in a line looking through
chink.]
SARA. I'll call him. Mister! Mister! (He puts in his head.) Is Pegeen
within?
CHRISTY -- [coming in as meek as a mouse, with the looking-glass held behind
his back.] -- She's above on the cnuceen, seeking the nanny goats, the way
she'd have a sup of goat's milk for to colour my tea.
SARA. And asking your pardon, is it you's the man killed his father?
CHRISTY -- [sidling toward the nail where the glass was hanging.] -- I am, God
help me!
SARA -- [taking eggs she has brought.] -- Then my thousand welcomes to you,
and I've run up with a brace of duck's eggs for your food today. Pegeen's
ducks is no use, but these are the real rich sort.
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