quartered, and drawn. Were you off east, young fellow, fighting bloody wars for Kruger and the freedom of the Boers?
CHRISTY.
I never left my own parish till Tuesday was a week.
PEGEEN, coming from counter.
He’s done nothing, so. (To Christy.) If you didn’t commit murder or a bad, nasty thing, or false coining, or robbery, or butchery, or the like of them, there isn’t anything that would be worth your troubling for to run from now. You did nothing at all.
CHRISTY, his feelings hurt.
That’s an unkindly thing to be saying to a poor orphaned traveller, has a prison behind him, and hanging before, and hell’s gap gaping below.
PEGEEN, with a sign to the men to be quiet.
You’re only saying it. You did nothing at all. A soft lad the like of you wouldn't slit the windpipe of a screeching sow.
CHRISTY, offended.
You’re not speaking the truth.
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