and be wary now.
MARY -- turning back after her. -- If I


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go, I'll be telling old and young you're a
weathered heathen savage, Sarah Casey, the
one did put down a head of the parson's cab-
bage to boil in the pot with your clothes (the
priest comes in behind her, on the left, and
listens), and quenched the flaming candles on
the throne of God the time your shadow fell
within the pillars of the chapel door.
[Sarah turns on her, and she springs
round nearly into the Priest's arms.
When she sees him, she claps her shawl
over her mouth, and goes up towards
the ditch, laughing to herself.
PRIEST -- going to Sarah, half terrified
at the language that he has heard. -- Well,
aren't you a fearful lot? I'm thinking it's only
humbug you were making at the fall of night,
and you won't need me at all.
SARAH -- with anger still in her voice. --
Humbug is it! would you be turning back upon
your spoken promise in the face of God?
PRIEST -- dubiously. -- I'm thinking you
were never christened, Sarah Casey; and it
would be a queer job to go dealing Christian