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aggressively.) Give me a supeen and putting him in mind of him, or you'll
I'll tell you now. (Widow Quin comes be likely summoned if there's murder
in and stands aghast behind him. He done. (Looking round at Mahon.)
is facing Jimmy and Philly, who are Whisht! He's listening. Wait now till
on the left.) you hear me taking him easy and un-
JIMMY. Ask herself beyond. She's ravelling all. (She goes to Mahon.)
the stuff hidden in her shawl. And what way are you feeling, mis-
WIDOW QUIN -- (coming to Ma- ter? Are you in contentment now?
hon quickly.) -- you here, is it? You MAHON -- (slightly emotional
didn't go far at all? from his drink.) -- I'm poorly only,
MAHON. I seen the coasting for it's a hard story the way I'm left to
steamer passing, and I got a drought -day, when it was I did tend him from
upon me and a cramping leg, so I his hour of birth, and he a dunce nev-
said, "The divil go along with him," er reached his second book, the way
and turned again. (Looking under her he'd come from school, many's the
shawl.) And let you give me a supeen, day, with his legs lamed under him,
for I'm destroyed travelling since and he blackened with his beatings
Tuesday was a week. like a tinker's ass. It's a hard story,
WIDOW QUIN -- (getting a glass, I'm saying, the way some do have
in a cajoling tone.) -- Sit down then their next and nighest raising up a
by the fire and take your ease for a hand of murder on them, and some is
space. You've a right to be destroyed lonesome getting their death with
indeed, with your walking, and lamentation in the dead of night.
fighting, and facing the sun (giving WIDOW QUIN -- (not knowing
him poteen from a stone jar she has what to say.) -- To hear you talking so
brought in.) There now is a drink for quiet, who'd know you were the same
you, and may it be to your happiness fellow we seen pass to-day?
and length of life. MAHON. I'm the same surely. The
MAHON -- (taking glass greedily wrack and ruin of three score years;
and sitting down by fire.) -- God in- and it's a terror to live that length, I
crease you! tell you, and to have your sons going
WIDOW QUIN -- (taking men to to the dogs against you, and you wore
the right stealthily.) -- Do you know out scolding them, and skelping them,
what? That man's raving from his and God knows what.
wound to-day, for I met him a while PHILLY -- (to Jimmy.) -- He's
since telling a rambling tale of a tink- not raving. (To Widow Quin.) Will
er had him destroyed. Then he heard you ask him what kind was his son?
of Christy's deed, and he up and says WIDOW QUIN -- (to Mahon,
it was his son had cracked his skull. O with a peculiar look.) -- Was your son
isn't madness a fright, for he'll go that hit you a lad of one year and a
killing someone yet, and he thinking score maybe, a great hand at racing
it's the man has struck him so? and lepping and licking the world?
JIMMY -- (entirely convinced.) MAHON -- (turning on her with a
It's a fright, surely. I knew a party roar of rage.) -- Didn't you hear me
was kicked in the head by a red mare, say he was the fool of men, the way
and he went killing horses a great from this out he'll know the orphan's
while, till he eat the insides of a clock lot with old and young making game
and died after. of him and they swearing, raging,
PHILLY -- (with suspicion.) -- kicking at him like a mangy cur. (A
Did he see Christy? great burst of cheering outside, some-
WIDOW QUIN. He didn't. (With way off.)
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