Mary Doul. If I am Im bearing in mind Im married to a little dark stump of a fellow looks the fool of the world, and Ill be bearing in mind from this day the great hullabuloo hes after making from hearing a poor woman breathing quiet in her place.
Martin Doul. And youll be bearing in mind, Im thinking, what you seen a while back when you looked down into a well, or a clear pool, maybe, when there was no wind stirring and a good light in the sky.
Mary Doul. Im minding that surely, for if Im not the way the liars were saying below I seen a thing in them pools put joy and blessing in my heart.
She puts her hand to her hair again.
Martin Doul (laughing ironically). Well, they were saying below I was losing my senses, but I never went any day the length of that. God help you, Mary Doul, if youre not a wonder for looks, youre the maddest female woman is walking the counties of the east.
Mary Doul (scornfully). You were saying all times youd a great ear for hearing the lies in a word. A great ear, God help you, and you think youre using it now.
Martin Doul. If its not lies youre telling would you have me think youre not a wrinkled poor woman is looking like three scores, maybe, or two scores and a half!
Mary Doul. I would not, Martin. (She leans forward earnestly.) For when I seen myself in them pools, I seen my hair would be gray or white, maybe, in a short while, and I seen with it that Id a face would be a great wonder when itll have soft white hair falling around it, the way when Im an old woman there wont be the like of me surely in the seven counties of the east.
Martin Doul (with real admiration). Youre a cute thinking woman, Mary Doul, and its no lie.
Mary Doul (triumphantly.) I am, surely, and Im telling you a beautiful white-haired woman is a grand thing to see, for Im told when Kitty Bawn was selling poteen below, the young men itself would never tire to be looking in her face.
Martin Doul (taking off his hat and feeling his head, speaking with hesitation). Did you think to look, Mary Doul, would there be a whiteness the like of that coming upon me?
Mary Doul (with extreme contempt). On you, God help you! In a short while youll have a head on you as bald as an old turnip youd see rolling round in the muck. You need never talk again of your fine looks, Martin Doul, for the day of that talks gone for ever.
Martin Doul. Thats a hard word to be saying, for I was thinking if Id a bit of comfort, the like of yourself, its not far off wed be from the good days went before, and thatd be a wonder surely. But Ill never rest easy, thinking youre a gray, beautiful woman, and myself a pitiful show
Mary Doul. I cant help your looks, Martin Doul. It wasnt myself made you with your rats eyes, and your big ears, and your griseldy chin.
Martin Doul (rubs his chin ruefully, then beams with delight). Theres one thing youve forgot, if youre a cute thinking woman itself.
Mary Doul. Your slouching feet, is it? Or your hooky neck, or your two knees is black with knocking one on the other?
Martin Doul (with delighted scorn). Theres talking for a cute woman. Theres talking, surely!
Mary Doul (puzzled at joy of his voice). If youd anything but lies to say youd be talking to yourself.
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