SARAH --
with anger still in her voice. --
Humbug is it! would you be turning back upon
your spoken promise in the face of God?
PRIEST --
dubiously. -- I'm thinking you
were never christened, Sarah Casey; and it
would be a queer job to go dealing Christian
sacraments unto the like of you.
(Persuasive-
ly feeling in his pocket.) So it would be best,
maybe, I'd give you a shilling for to drink
my health, and let you walk on, and not
trouble me at all.
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SARAH. That's your talking, is it? If
you don't stand to your spoken word, holy
father, I'll make my own complaint to the
mitred bishop in the face of all.
PRIEST. You'd do that!
SARAH. I would surely, holy father, if
I walked to the city of Dublin with blood and
blisters on my naked feet.
PRIEST --
uneasily scratching his ear. --
I wish this day was done, Sarah Casey; for
I'm thinking it's a risky thing getting mixed
up in any matters with the like of you.
SARAH. Be hasty then, and you'll have
us done with before you'd think at all.
PRIEST --
giving in. -- Well, maybe it's
right you are, and let you come up to the chapel
when you see me looking from the door.
[
He goes up into the chapel. SARAH --
calling after him. -- We will,
and God preserve you, holy father.
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