RIDERS TO THE SEA
boat sailing in the week, and I’m thinking it won’t be long till he’s here now, for the tide’s turning at the green head, and the hooker’s tacking from the east.
CATHLEEN
I hear some one passing the big stones.
NORA
Looking out.
He’s coming now, and he’s in a hurry.
BARTLEY
Comes in and looks round the room. Speaking sadly and quietly.
Where is the bit of new rope, Cathleen, was bought in Connemara?
CATHLEEN
Coming down.
Give it to him, Nora; it’s on a nail by the white boards. I hung it up this morning, for the pig with the black feet was eating it.
NORA
Giving him a rope.
Is that it, Bartley?
MAURYA
You’d do right to leave that rope, Bartley,
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