sleeping on the highway of the road, and before Iâd pass the dunghill, Iâd hear himself snoring out, a loud lonesome snore heâd be making all times, the while he was sleeping, and he a manâd be raging all times, the while he was waking, like a gaudy officer youâd hear cursing and damning and swearing oaths.
PEGEEN. Providence and Mercy, spare us all!
CHRISTY. Itâs that youâd say surely if you seen him and he after drinking for weeks, rising up in the red dawn, or before it maybe, and going out into the yard as naked as an ash tree in the moon of May, and shying clods against the visage of the stars till heâd put the fear of death into the banbhs and the screeching sows.
PEGEEN. Iâd be well-nigh afeard of that lad myself, Iâm thinking. And there was no one in it but the two of you alone?
CHRISTY. The divil a one, though heâd sons and daughters walking all great states and territories of the world, and not a one of them, to this day, but would say their seven curses on him, and they rousing up to let a cough or sneeze, maybe, in the deadness of the night.
PEGEEN (nodding her head). Well, you should have been a queer lot. I never cursed my father the like of that, though Iâm twenty and more years of age.
CHRISTY. Then youâd have cursed mine, Iâm telling you, and he a man never gave peace to any, saving when heâd get two months or three, or be locked in the asylums for battering peelers or as saulting men (with depression) the way it was a bitter life he led me till I did up a Tuesday and halve his skull.
PEGEEN (putting her hand on his shoulder). Well, youâll have peace in this place, Christy Mahon, and none to trouble you, and itâs near time a fine lad like you should have your good share of the earth.
CHRISTY. Itâs time surely, and I a seemly fellow with great strength in me and bravery of ...
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(Someone knocks.)
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CHRISTY (clinging to PEGEEN). Oh, glory! itâs late for knocking, and this last while Iâm in terror of the peelers, and the walking dead.
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(Knocking again.)
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PEGEEN. Whoâs there?
VOICE (outside). Me.
PEGEEN. Whoâs me?
VOICE. The Widow Quin.
PEGEEN (jumping up and giving him the bread and milk). Go on now with your supper, and let on to be sleepy, for if she found you were such a warrant to talk, sheâd be stringing gabble till the dawn of day. (He takes bread and sits shyly with his back to the door.)
PEGEEN (opening door, with temper). What ails you, or what is it youâre wanting at this hour of the night?
WIDOW QUIN (coming in a step and peering at CHRISTY.) Iâm after meeting Shawn Keogh and Father Reilly below, who told me of your curiosity man, and they fearing by this time he was maybe roaring, romping on your hands with drink.
PEGEEN (pointing to CHRISTY). Look now is he roaring, and he stretched away drowsy with his supper and his mug of milk. Walk down and tell that to Father Reilly and to Shaneen Keogh.
WIDOW QUIN (coming forward). Iâll not see them again, for Iâve their word to lead that lad forward for to lodge with me.
PEGEEN (in blank amazement). This night, is it?
WIDOW QUIN (going over). This night. âIt isnât fitting,â says the priesteen, âto have his likeness lodging with an orphaned girl.â (To CHRISTY) God save you, mister!
CHRISTY (shyly). God save you kindly.
WIDOW QUIN (looking at him with half-amazed curiosity). Well, arenât you a little smiling fellow? It should have been great and bitter torments did rouse your spirits to a deed of blood.
CHRISTY (doubtfully). It should, maybe.
WIDOW QUIN. Itâs more than âmaybeâ Iâm saying, and itâd soften my heart to see you sitting so simple with your cup and cake, and you fitter to be saying your catechism than slaying your da.
PEGEEN (at counter, washing glasses). Thereâs talking when anyâd see heâs fit to be