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 Glory be to God! And who hit you at all?

It was my own son hit me. Would you believe that?

Well, there's wonders hidden in the heart of man!

And what way was it done?

I'm after walking hundreds and long scores of miles, winning clean beds and the fill of my belly four times in the day, and I doing nothing but telling stories of that naked truth. (He comes to them a little aggressively.) Give me a supeen and I'll tell you now.

Ask herself beyond. She's the stuff hidden in her shawl.