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PEGEEN. Is it the like of that murderer? You'll not, surely.

SHAWN -- [going to her, soothingly.] -- Then I'm thinking himself will stop



along with you when he sees you taking on, for it'll be a long night-time with

great darkness, and I'm after feeling a kind of fellow above in the furzy



ditch, groaning wicked like a maddening dog, the way it's good cause you have,

maybe, to be fearing now.



PEGEEN -- [turning on him sharply.] -- What's that? Is it a man you seen?

SHAWN -- [retreating.] I couldn't see him at all; but I heard him groaning



out, and breaking his heart. It should have been a young man from his words

speaking.



PEGEEN -- [going after him.] -- And you never went near to see was he hurted

or what ailed him at all?



SHAWN. I did not, Pegeen Mike. It was a dark, lonesome place to be hearing

the like of him.



PEGEEN. Well, you're a daring fellow, and if they find his corpse stretched

above in the dews of dawn, what'll you say then to the peelers, or the Justice



of the Peace?

SHAWN -- [thunderstruck.] I wasn't thinking of that. For the love of God,



Pegeen Mike, don't let on I was speaking of him. Don't tell your father and

the men is coming above; for if they heard that story, they'd have great



blabbing this night at the wake.

PEGEEN. I'll maybe tell them, and I'll maybe not.



SHAWN. They are coming at the door, Will you whisht, I'm saying?

PEGEEN. Whisht yourself.



[She goes behind counter. Michael James, fat jovial publican, comes in

followed by Philly Cullen, who is thin and mistrusting, and Jimmy Farrell, who



is fat and amorous, about forty-five.]

MEN -- [together.] -- God bless you. The blessing of God on this place.



PEGEEN. God bless you kindly.

MICHAEL -- [to men who go to the counter.] -- Sit down now, and take your



rest. (Crosses to Shawn at the fire.) And how is it you are, Shawn Keogh?

Are you coming over the sands to Kate Cassidy's wake?



SHAWN. I am not, Michael James. I'm going home the short cut to my bed.

PEGEEN -- [speaking across the counter.] -- He's right too, and have you no



shame, Michael James, to be quitting off for the whole night, and leaving

myself lonesome in the shop?



MICHAEL -- [good-humouredly.] Isn't it the same whether I go for the whole

night or a part only? and I'm thinking it's a queer daughter you are if you'd



have me crossing backward through the Stooks of the Dead Women, with a drop

taken.



PEGEEN. If I am a queer daughter, it's a queer father'd be leaving me

lonesome these twelve hours of dark, and I piling the turf with the dogs



barking, and the calves mooing, and my own teeth rattling with the fear.

JIMMY -- [flatteringly.] -- What is there to hurt you, and you a fine, hardy



girl would knock the head of any two men in the place?

PEGEEN -- [working herself up.] -- Isn't there the harvest boys with their



tongues red for drink, and the ten tinkers is camped in the east glen, and the

thousand militia -- bad cess to them! -- walking idle through the land.



There's lots surely to hurt me, and I won't stop alone in it, let himself do

what he will.



MICHAEL. If you're that afeard, let Shawn Keogh stop along with you. It's

the will of God, I'm thinking, himself should be seeing to you now. [They all



turn on Shawn.]

SHAWN -- [in horrified confusion.] -- I would and welcome, Michael James, but



I'm afeard of Father Reilly; and what at all would the Holy Father and the

Cardinals of Rome be saying if they heard I did the like of that?



MICHAEL -- [with contempt.] -- God help you! Can't you sit in by the hearth

with the light lit and herself beyond in the room? You'll do that surely, for



I've heard tell there's a queer fellow above, going mad or getting his death,

maybe, in the gripe of the ditch, so she'd be safer this night with a person



here.

SHAWN -- [with plaintive despair.] -- I'm afeard of Father Reilly, I'm saying.



Let you not be tempting me, and we near married itself.

PHILLY -- [with cold contempt.] -- Lock him in the west room. He'll stay then



and have no sin to be telling to the priest.

MICHAEL -- [to Shawn, getting between him and the door.] -- Go up now.



SHAWN -- [at the top of his voice.] -- Don't stop me, Michael James. Let me

out of the door, I'm saying, for the love of the Almighty God. Let me out



(trying to dodge past him). Let me out of it, and may God grant you His

indulgence in the hour of need.



MICHAEL -- [loudly.] Stop your noising, and sit down by the hearth. [Gives

him a push and goes to counter laughing.]



SHAWN -- [turning back, wringing his hands.] -- Oh, Father Reilly and the

saints of God, where will I hide myself to-day? Oh, St. Joseph and St.



Patrick and St. Brigid, and St. James, have mercy on me now! [Shawn turns

round, sees door clear, and makes a rush for it.]






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