PEGEEN, breaking out into wild rage.
And you'll say that, Widow Quin, and you gasping with the rage you had racing the hill beyond to look on his face.
WIDOW QUIN, laughing derisively.
Me, is it? Well, Father Reilly has cuteness to divide you now. (She pulls Christy up.) There's great temptation in a man did slay his da, and we'd best be going, young fellow; so rise up and come with me.
PEGEEN, seizing his arm.
He'll not stir. He’s pot-boy in this place, and I'll not have him stolen off and kidnapped while himself's abroad.
WIDOW QUIN.
It'd be a crazy pot-boy’d lodge him in the shebeen where he works by day, so you'd have a right to come on, young fellow, till you see my little houseen, a perch off on the rising hill.
PEGEEN.
Wait till morning, Christy Mahon. Wait till you lay eyes on her leaky thatch is growing
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