things he was saying to me a while back -- bad things for a
married man, your reverence -- and you'd do right surely to leave
him in darkness, if it's that is best fitting the villainy of his
heart.

TIMMY -- [to Saint.] -- Would you cure Mary Doul, your reverence,
who is a quiet poor woman, never did hurt to any, or said a hard
word, saving only when she'd be vexed with himself, or with young
girls would be making game of her below?

SAINT -- [to Mary Doul.] -- If you have any sense, Mary, kneel
down at my feet, and I'll bring the sight again into your eyes.

MARTIN DOUL -- [more defiantly.] -- You will not, holy father.
Would you have her looking on me, and saying hard words to me,
till the hour of death?

SAINT -- [severely.] -- If she's wanting her sight I wouldn't
have the like of you stop her at all. (To Mary Doul.) Kneel
down, I'm saying.

MARY DOUL -- [doubtfully.] -- Let us be as we are, holy father,
and then we'll be known again in a short while as the people is
happy and blind, and be having an easy time, with no trouble to
live, and we getting halfpence on the road.

MOLLY BYRNE. Let you not be a raving fool, Mary Doul. Kneel
down now, and let him give you your sight, and himself can be
sitting here if he likes it best, and taking halfpence on the
road.