beyond and then follow on the roadway to the north and east. (Mahon goes abruptly.)
WIDOW QUIN, shouting after him.
Let you give him a good vengeance when you come up with him, but don't put yourself in the power of the law, for it'd be a poor thing to see a judge in his black cap reading out his sentence on a civil warrior the like of you. (She swings the door to and looks at Christy, who is cowering in terror, for a moment, then she bursts into a laugh.) Well, you're the walking Playboy of the Western World, and that's the poor man you had divided to his breeches belt.
CHRISTY, looking out; then, to her.
What'll Pegeen say when she hears that story? What'll she be saying to me now?
WIDOW QUIN.
She'll knock the head of you, I'm thinking, and drive you from the door. God help her to be taking you for a wonder, and you a little schemer making up a story you destroyed your da.
CHRISTY, turning to the door, nearly speechless with rage, half to himself.
To be letting on he was dead, and coming back
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