Let you leave it safe
in the bag, I'm saying, Sarah darling. It's
that way will be best.
[
She goes towards left, and pauses for a
moment, looking about her with em-
barrassment. MICHAEL --
in a low voice. -- What ails
her at all?
SARAH --
anxiously. -- It's real wicked
she does be when you hear her speaking as
easy as that.
MARY --
to herself. -- I'd be safer in the
chapel, I'm thinking; for if she caught me
after on the road, maybe she would kill me
then.
[
She comes hobbling back towards the
right. SARAH. Where is it you're going? It
isn't that way we'll be walking to the fair.
MARY. I'm going up into the chapel to
give you my blessing and hear the priest
saying his prayers. It's a lonesome road is
running below to Greenane, and a woman
would never know the things might happen
her and she walking single in a lonesome place.
[
As she reaches the chapel-gate, the
Priest comes to it in his surplice. PRIEST --
crying out. -- Come along now.
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It is the whole day you'd keep me here saying
my prayers, and I getting my death with not
a bit in my stomach, and my breakfast in ruins,
and the Lord Bishop maybe driving on the
road to-day?
SARAH.
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