down now while you're quiet till you talk with me.
CHRISTY, swaggering.
I'm going abroad on the hillside for to seek Pegeen.
WIDOW QUIN.
You'll have time and plenty for to seek Pegeen, and you heard me saying at the fall of night the two of us should be great company.
CHRISTY.
From this out I'll have no want of company when all sorts is bringing me their food and clothing (he swaggers to the door, tightening his belt), the way they'd set their eyes upon a gallant orphan cleft his father with one blow to the breeches belt. (He opens door, then staggers back.) Saints of glory! Holy angels from the throne of light!
WIDOW QUIN, going over.
What ails you?
CHRISTY.
It's the walking spirit of my murdered da!
WIDOW QUIN, looking out.
Is it that tramper?
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