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Western World: Act i
PEGEEN, to Christy.
Don't heed her. Tell her to go on into her pigsty and not plague us here.
WIDOW QUIN.
I'm going; but he'll come with me.
PEGEEN, shaking him.
Are you dumb, young fellow?
CHRISTY, timidly to Widow Quin.
God increase you; but I'm pot-boy in this place, and it's here I liefer stay.
PEGEEN, triumphantly.
Now you have heard him, and go on from this.
WIDOW QUIN, looking round the room.
It's lonesome this hour crossing the hill, and if he won't come along with me, I'd have a right maybe to stop this night with yourselves. Let me stretch out on the settle, Pegeen Mike; and himself can lie by the hearth.
PEGEEN, short and fiercely.
Faith, I won't. Quit off or I will send you now.
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