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Mahon, and none to trouble you, and it's near time a fine lad like you should have your good share of the earth.
CHRISTY.
It's time surely, and I a seemly fellow with great strength in me and bravery of . . .
Some one knocks.
CHRISTY, clinging to Pegeen.
Oh, glory! it's late for knocking, and this last while I'm in terror of the peelers, and the walking dead. (Knocking again.)
PEGEEN.
Who's there?
VOICE, outside.
Me.
PEGEEN.
Who's 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
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