CHRISTY, with a flash of delighted surprise.
Is it me?
PEGEEN.
Aye. Did you never hear that from the young girls where you come from in the west or south?
CHRISTY, with venom.
I did not, then. Oh, they're bloody liars in the naked parish where I grew a man.
PEGEEN.
If they are itself, you've heard it these days, I'm thinking, and you walking the world telling out your story to young girls or old.
CHRISTY.
I've told my story no place till this night, Pegeen Mike, and it's foolish I was here, maybe, to be talking free; but you're decent people, I'm thinking, and yourself a kindly woman, the way I wasn't fearing you at all.
PEGEEN, filling a sack with straw.
You've said the like of that, maybe, in every cot and cabin where you've met a young girl on your way.
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