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 . What is that sound I hear?
 * Interior of a cottage close to Killala, in 1798. is standing at a table undoing a parcel,  is sitting at one side of the fire,  at the other.

. I don’t hear anything. [He listens.] I hear it now. It’s like cheering. [He goes to the window and looks out.] I wonder what they are cheering about. I don’t see anybody.

. It might be a hurling.

. There's no hurling to-day. It must be down in the town the cheering is.

. I suppose the boys must be having some sport of their own. Come over here, Peter, and look at Michael’s wedding-clothes.

[shifts his chair to table]. Those are grand clothes, indeed.

. You hadn’t clothes like that when you married me, and no coat to put on of a Sunday more than any other day.