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 Isn’t it turf enough you have for this day and evening?

There’s a cake baking at the fire for a short space

Throwing down the turf

and Bartley will want it when the tide turns if he goes to Connemara.

Nora picks up the turf and puts it round the pot-oven.

Sitting down on a stool at the fire.

He won’t go this day with the wind rising from the south and west. He won’t go this day, for the young priest will stop him surely.

He’ll not stop him, mother, and I heard Eamon Simon and Stephen Pheety and Colum Shawn saying he would go.

Where is he itself?

He went down to see would there be another