blind rages tearing me within, for I'm thinking you should have had great
tussling when the end was come.

CHRISTY -- [expanding with delight at the first confidential talk he has ever
had with a woman.] -- We had not then. It was a hard woman was come over the
hill, and if he was always a crusty kind when he'd a hard woman setting him
on, not the divil himself or his four fathers could put up with him at all.

PEGEEN -- [with curiosity.] -- And isn't it a great wonder that one wasn't
fearing you?

CHRISTY -- [very confidentially.] -- Up to the day I killed my father, there
wasn't a person in Ireland knew the kind I was, and I there drinking, waking,
eating, sleeping, a quiet, simple poor fellow with no man giving me heed.

PEGEEN -- [getting a quilt out of the cupboard and putting it on the sack.] --
It was the girls were giving you heed maybe, 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