-- Well,
I'll be coming down early to the chapel, and let
you come to me a while after you see me pas-
sing, and bring the bit of gold along with you,
and the tin can. I'll marry you for them two,
though it's a pitiful small sum; for I wouldn't
be easy in my soul if I left you growing into
an old, wicked heathen the like of her.
SARAH --
following him out. -- The bles-
sing of the Almighty God be on you, holy
father, and that He may reward and watch
you from this present day.
MARY --
nudging Michael. -- Did you see
that, Michael Byrne? Didn't you hear me
telling you she's flighty a while back since the
change of the moon? With her fussing for
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marriage, and she making whisper-talk with
one man or another man along by the road.
MICHAEL. --* Whist now, or she'll knock
the head of you the time she comes back.
MARY. --* Ah, it's a bad, wicked way the
world is this night, if there's a fine air in it
itself. You'd never have seen me, and I a
young woman, making whisper-talk with the
like of him, and he the fearfullest old fellow
you'd see any place walking the world.
[
Sarah comes back quickly. MARY --
calling out to her. -- What is it
you're after whispering above with himself?
SARAH --
exultingly. -- Lie down, and
leave us in peace.
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