Western World: Act i
and begins gnawing a turnip, too miserable to feel the others staring at him with curiosity.
MICHAEL, going after him.
Is it yourself is fearing the polis? You're wanting, maybe?
CHRISTY.
There's many wanting.
MICHAEL.
Many, surely, with the broken harvest and the ended wars. (He picks up some stockings, etc., that are near the fire, and carries them away furtively.) It should be larceny, I'm thinking?
CHRISTY, dolefully.
I had it in my mind it was a different word and a bigger.
PEGEEN.
There's a queer lad. Were you never slapped in school, young fellow, that you don't know the name of your deed?
CHRISTY, bashfully.
I'm slow at learning, a middling scholar only.
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