SUSAN, going to window.
Maybe he's stolen off to Belmullet with the boots of Michael James, and you'd have a right so to follow after him, Sara Tansey, and you the one yoked the ass-cart and drove ten miles to set your eyes on the man bit the yellow lady's nostril on the northern shore. (She looks out.)
SARA, running to window, with one boot on.
Don't be talking, and we fooled to-day. (Putting on other boot.) There's a pair do fit me well, and I'll be keeping them for walking to the priest, when you'd be ashamed this place, going up winter and summer with nothing worth while to confess at all.
HONOR, who has been listening at door.
Whisht! there's someone inside the room. (She pushes door a chink open.) It's a man.
Sara kicks off boots and puts them where they were. They all stand in a line looking through chink.
SARA.
I'll call him. Mister! Mister! (He puts in his head.) Is Pegeen within?
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