RIDERS TO THE SEA
Isn’t it turf enough you have for this day and evening?
CATHLEEN
There’s a cake baking at the fire for a short space
Throwing down the turf
and Bartley will want it when the tide turns if he goes to Connemara.
Nora picks up the turf and puts it round the pot-oven.
MAURYA
Sitting down on a stool at the fire.
He won’t go this day with the wind rising from the south and west. He won’t go this day, for the young priest will stop him surely.
NORA
He’ll not stop him, mother, and I heard Eamon Simon and Stephen Pheety and Colum Shawn saying he would go.
MAURYA
Where is he itself?
NORA
He went down to see would there be another
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