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 Well, you're the lot. Stir up now and give him his breakfast. (To Christy.) Come here to me (she puts him on bench beside her while the girls make tea and get his breakfast), and let you tell us your story before Pegeen will come, in place of grinning your ears off like the moon of May.

It's a long story; you'd be destroyed listening.

Don't be letting on to be shy, a fine, gamey, treacherous lad the like of you. Was it in your house beyond you cracked his skull?

It was not. We were digging spuds in his cold, sloping, stony, divil's patch of a field.

And you went asking money of him, or making talk of getting a wife would drive him from his farm?

I did not, then; but there I was, digging and digging, and "You squinting idiot," says he,