hand.
SARAH. It's here, holy father.
[She gives it to him. Michael takes the
bundle from the ditch and brings it
over, standing a little behind Sarah.
He feels the bundle, and looks at Mary
with a meaning look.
PRIEST -- looking at the gold. -- It's a
good one, I'm thinking, wherever you got it.
And where is the can?
SARAH -- taking the bundle. -- We have
it here in a bit of clean sack, your reverence.
We tied it up in the inside of that to keep it
from rusting in the dews of night, and let you
not open it now or you'll have the people
making game of us and telling the story on
us, east and west to the butt of the hills.
PRIEST -- taking the bundle. -- Give it
here into my hand, Sarah Casey. What is it
any person would think of a tinker making a
can. [He begins opening the bundle.
SARAH. It's a fine can, your reverence.


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for if it's poor simple people we are, it's fine
cans we can make, and himself, God help him,
is a great man surely at the trade.
[Priest opens the bundle; the three empty