MICHAEL --
defiantly, raising his voice.*
Let me make haste? I'll be making haste
maybe to hit you a great clout; for I'm think-
ing on the day I got you above at Rathvanna,
and the way you began crying out and say-
ing, "I'll go back to my ma," and I'm thinking
on the way I came behind you that time, and
hit you a great clout in the lug, and how quiet
and easy it was you came along with me from
that hour to this present day.
SARAH --
standing up and throwing all
her sticks into the fire. -- And a big fool I was
too, maybe; but we'll be seeing Jaunting Jim
to-morrow in Ballinaclash, and he after get-
ting a great price for his white foal in the
horse-fair of Wicklow, the way it'll be a great
sight to see him squandering his share of gold,
and he with a grand eye for a fine horse, and
a grand eye for a woman.
MICHAEL --
working again with impa-17
tience. -- The divil do him good with the two
of them.
SARAH --
kicking up the ashes with her
foot. -- Ah, he's a great lad, I'm telling you,
and it's proud and happy I'll be to see him,
and he the first one called me the Beauty of
Ballinacree, a fine name for a woman.
MICHAEL --
with contempt. -- It's the
like of that name they do be putting on the
horses they have below racing in Arklow.
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