SHAWN -- [timidly.] If you don't it's a good job, maybe; for (with peculiar
emphasis on the words) Father Reilly has small conceit to have that kind
walking around and talking to the girls.

PEGEEN -- [impatiently, throwing water from basin out of the door.] -- Stop
tormenting me with Father Reilly (imitating his voice) when I'm asking only
what way I'll pass these twelve hours of dark, and not take my death with the
fear. [Looking out of door.]

SHAWN -- [timidly.] Would I fetch you the widow Quin, maybe?

PEGEEN. Is it the like of that murderer? You'll not, surely.

SHAWN -- [going to her, soothingly.] -- Then I'm thinking himself will stop
along with you when he sees you taking on, for it'll be a long night-time with
great darkness, and I'm after feeling a kind of fellow above in the furzy
ditch, groaning wicked like a maddening dog, the way it's good cause you have,
maybe, to be fearing now.

PEGEEN -- [turning on him sharply.] -- What's that? Is it a man you seen?

SHAWN -- [retreating.] I couldn't see him at all; but I heard him groaning
out, and breaking his heart. It should have been a young man from his words
speaking.

PEGEEN -- [going after him.] -- And you never went near to see was he hurted
or what ailed him at all?

SHAWN. I did not, Pegeen Mike. It was a dark, lonesome place to be hearing
the like of him.