WIDOW QUIN.
It's the young girls, I'm thinking, coming to bring you to the sports below, and what is it you'll have me to tell them now?
CHRISTY.
Aid me for to win Pegeen. It's herself only that I'm seeking now. (Widow Quin gets up and goes to window.) Aid me for to win her, and I'll be asking God to stretch a hand to you in the hour of death, and lead you short cuts through the Meadows of Ease, and up the floor of Heaven to the Footstool of the Virgin's Son.
WIDOW QUIN.
There's praying.
VOICES, nearer.
Christy! Christy Mahon!
CHRISTY, with agitation.
They're coming. Will you swear to aid and save me, for the love of Christ?
WIDOW QUIN, looks at him for a moment.
If I aid you, will you swear to give me a right of way I want, and a mountainy ram, and a load
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