The Playboy of the
PEGEEN, sharply.
Whisht your talking of girls.
Goes to counter on right.
CHRISTY.
Wouldn't any wish to be decent in a place . . .
PEGEEN.
Whisht I'm saying.
CHRISTY, looks at her face for a moment with great misgivings, then as a last effort takes up a loy, and goes towards her, with feigned assurance.
It was with a loy the like of that I killed my father.
PEGEEN, still sharply.
You've told me that story six times since the dawn of day.
CHRISTY, reproachfully.
It's a queer thing you wouldn't care to be hearing it and them girls after walking four miles to be listening to me now.
PEGEEN, turning round astonished.
Four miles!
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