SARAH --
sitting down beside him and
throwing sticks on the fire. -- If it's the divil's
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job, let you mind it, and leave your speeches
that would choke a fool.
MICHAEL --
slowly and glumly. -- And
it's you'll go talking of fools, Sarah Casey,
when no man did ever hear a lying story even
of your like unto this mortal day. You to
be going beside me a great while, and rearing
a lot of them, and then to be setting off with
your talk of getting married, and your driv-
ing me to it, and I not asking it at all.
[
Sarah turns her back to him and ar-
ranges something in the ditch. MICHAEL --
angrily. -- Can't you speak
a word when I'm asking what is it ails you
since the moon did change?
SARAH --
musingly. -- I'm thinking there
isn't anything ails me, Michael Byrne; but
the spring-time is a queer time, and its* queer
thoughts maybe I do think at whiles.
MICHAEL. It's hard set you'd be to think
queerer than welcome, Sarah Casey; but what
will you gain dragging me to the priest this
night, I'm saying, when it's new thoughts
you'll be thinking at the dawn of day?
SARAH --
teasingly. -- It's at the dawn of
day I do be thinking I'd have a right to be
going off to the rich tinker's do be travelling
from Tibradden to the Tara Hill; for it'd be
a fine life to be driving with young Jaunting
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Jim, where there wouldn't be any big hills
to break the back of you, with walking up and
walking down.
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