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It’s getting old she is, and broken.

Maurya stands up again very slowly and spreads out the pieces of Michael’s clothes beside the body, sprinkling them with the last of the Holy Water.

In a whisper to Cathleen.

She’s quiet now and easy; but the day Michael was drowned you could hear her crying out from this to the spring well. It’s fonder she was of Michael, and would any one have thought that?

Slowly and clearly.

An old woman will be soon tired with anything she will do, and isn’t it nine days herself is after crying and keening, and making great sorrow in the house?

Puts the empty cup mouth downwards on the table, and lays her hands together on Bartley’s feet.

They’re all together this time, and the end