telling you.

MICHEAL
[Looking over to see that the tramp is asleep, and then pointing
to the dead man.] Was it a hard woman to please you were when you
took himself for your man?

NORA
What way would I live and I an old woman if I didn't marry a man
with a bit of a farm, and cows on it, and sheep on the back
hills?

MICHEAL
[Considering.] That's true, Nora, and maybe it's no fool you
were, for there's good grazing on it, if it is a lonesome place,
and I'm thinking it's a good sum he's left behind.

NORA
[Taking the stocking with money from her pocket, and putting it
on the table.] I do be thinking in the long nights it was a big
fool I was that time, Micheal Dara, for what good is a bit of a
farm with cows on it, and sheep on the back hills, when you do be
sitting looking out from a door the like of that door, and seeing
nothing but the mists rolling down the bog, and the mists again,
and they rolling up the bog, and hearing nothing but the wind
crying out in the bits of broken trees were left from the great
storm, and the streams roaring with the rain.

MICHEAL
[Looking at her uneasily.] What is it ails you, this night, Nora