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YANK--[Threateningly.] Say! What yuh tryin' to do, kid me, yuh old
Harp?
PADDY--Divil a bit! Ain't I wishin' myself you'd brained her?
YANK--[Fiercely.] I'll brain her! I'll brain her yet, wait 'n'
see! [Coming over to Paddy--slowly.] Say, is dat what she called
me--a hairy ape?
PADDY--She looked it at you if she didn't say the word itself.
YANK--[Grinning horribly.] Hairy ape, huh? Sure! Dat's de way she
looked at me, aw right. Hairy ape! So dat's me, huh? [Bursting
into rage--as if she were still in front of him.] Yuh skinny tart!
Yuh white-faced bum, yuh! I'll show yuh who's a ape! [Turning to
the others, bewilderment seizing him again.] Say, youse guys. I
was bawlin' him out for pullin' de whistle on us. You heard me.
And den I seen youse lookin' at somep'n and I tought he'd sneaked
down to come up in back of me, and I hopped round to knock him
dead wit de shovel. And dere she was wit de light on her! Christ,
yuh coulda pushed me over with a finger! I was scared, get me?
Sure! I tought she was a ghost, see? She was all in white like dey
wrap around stiffs. You seen her. Kin yuh blame me? She didn't
belong, dat's what. And den when I come to and seen it was a real
skoit and seen de way she was lookin' at me--like Paddy said--
Christ, I was sore, get me? I don't stand for dat stuff from
nobody.
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