CHRISTY, apologetically.
Didn't himself say there were only bona fides living in the place?
PEGEEN.
It’s bona fides by the road they are, but that lot came over the river lepping the stones. It’s not three perches when you go like that, and I was down this morning looking on the papers the post-boy does have in his bag. (With meaning and emphasis.) For there was great news this day, Christopher Mahon. (She goes into room on left.)
CHRISTY, suspiciously.
Is it news of my murder?
PEGEEN, inside.
Murder, indeed!
CHRISTY, loudly.
A murdered da?
PEGEEN, coming in again and crossing right.
There was not, but a story filled half a page of the hanging of a man. Ah, that should be a fearful end, young fellow, and it worst of all for a man destroyed his da; for the like of him
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