NORA
[Half-humorously.] He was always queer, stranger, and I suppose
them that's queer and they living men will be queer bodies after.

TRAMP
Isn't it a great wonder you're letting him lie there, and he is
not tidied, or laid out itself?

NORA
[Coming to the bed.] I was afeard, stranger, for he put a black
curse on me this morning if I'ld touch his body the time he'ld
die sudden, or let any one touch it except his sister only, and
it's ten miles away she lives in the big glen over the hill.

TRAMP
[Looking at her and nodding slowly.] It's a queer story he
wouldn't let his own wife touch him, and he dying quiet in his
bed.

NORA
He was an old man, and an odd man, stranger, and it's always up
on the hills he was thinking thoughts in the dark mist. (She
pulls back a bit of the sheet.) Lay your hand on him now, and
tell me if it's cold he is surely.

TRAMP
Is it getting the curse on me you'ld be, woman of the house? I
wouldn't lay my hand on him for the Lough Nahanagan and it filled
with gold.