and you after running a great way since you did destroy your da.
CHRISTY.
Thank you kindly.
HONOR.
And I brought you a little cut of cake, for you should have a thin stomach on you, and you that length walking the world.
NELLY.
And I brought you a little laying pullet—boiled and all she is—was crushed at the fall of night by the curate's car. Feel the fat of that breast, mister.
CHRISTY.
It's bursting, surely.
He feels it with the back of his hand, in which he holds the presents.
SARA.
Will you pinch it? Is your right hand too sacred for to use at all? (She slips round behind him.) It's a glass he has, Well, I never seen to this day a man with a looking-glass to his back. Them that kills their fathers is a vain lot surely. (Girls giggle.)
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