Western World: Act i
MICHAEL.
He should then. (To Christy.) And where was it, mister honey, that you did the deed?
CHRISTY, looking at him with suspicion.
Oh, a distant place, master of the house, a windy corner of high, distant hills.
PHILLY, nodding with approval.
He's a close man, and he's right, surely.
PEGEEN.
That'd be a lad with the sense of Solomon to have for a pot-boy, Michael James, if it's the truth you're seeking one at all.
PHILLY.
The peelers is fearing him, and if you'd that lad in the house there isn't one of them would come smelling around if the dogs itself were lapping poteen from the dung-pit of the yard.
JIMMY.
Bravery's a treasure in a lonesome place, and a lad would kill his father, I'm thinking, would
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