and I'm thinking it's most conceit you'd have to be gaming with their like.
CHRISTY, shaking his head, with simplicity.
Not the girls itself, and I won't tell you a lie. There wasn't anyone heeding me in that place saving only the dumb beasts of the field.
He sits down at fire.
PEGEEN, with disappointment.
And I thinking you should have been living the like of a king of Norway or the Eastern world.
She comes and sits beside him after placing
bread and mug of milk on the table.
CHRISTY, laughing piteously.
The like of a king, is it? And I after toiling, moiling, digging, dodging from the dawn till dusk; with never a sight of joy or sport saving only when I'd be abroad in the dark night poaching rabbits on hills, for I was a divil to poach, God forgive me, (very naïvely) and I near got six months for going with a dung fork and stabbing a fish.
PEGEEN.
And it's that you'd call sport, is it, to be abroad in the darkness with yourself alone.
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