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Maurya (taking a stick Nora gives her). In the big world the old people do be leaving things after them for their sons and children, but in this place it is the young men do be leaving things behind for them that do be old. She goes out slowly. Nora goes over to the ladder. Cathleen. Wait, Nora, maybe shed turn back quickly. Shes that sorry, God help her, you wouldnt know the thing shed do. Nora. Is she gone round by the bush? Cathleen (looking out). Shes gone now. Throw it down quickly, for the Lord knows when shell be out of it again. Nora (getting the bundle from the loft). The young priest said hed be passing to-morrow, and we might go down and speak to him below if its Michaels they are surely. Cathleen (taking the bundle). Did he say what way they were found? Nora (coming down). There were two men, says he, and they rowing round with poteen before the cocks crowed, and the oar of one of them caught the body, and they passing the black cliffs of the north. Cathleen (trying to open the bundle). Give me a knife, Nora; the strings perished with the salt water, and theres a black knot on it you wouldnt loosen in a week. Nora (giving her a knife). Ive heard tell it was a long way to Donegal. Cathleen (cutting the string). It is surely. There was a man in here a while agothe man sold us that knifeand he said if you set off walking from the rocks beyond, it would be in seven days youd be in Donegal. Nora. And what time would a man take, and he floating? Cathleen opens the bundle and takes out a bit of a shirt and a stocking. They look at them eagerly. Cathleen (in a low voice). The Lord spare us, Nora! isnt it a queer hard thing to say if its his they are surely? Nora. Ill get his shirt off the hook the way we can put the one flannel on the other. (She looks through some clothes hanging in the corner.) Its not with them, Cathleen, and where will it be? Cathleen. Im thinking Bartley put it on him in the morning, for his own shirt was heavy with the salt in it. (Pointing to the corner.) Theres a bit of a sleeve was of the same stuff. Give me that and it will do. Nora brings it to her and they compare the flannel. Cathleen. Its the same stuff, Nora; but if it is itself arent there great rolls of it in the shops of Galway, and isnt it many another man may have a shirt of it as well as Michael himself? Nora (who has taken up the stocking ana counted the stitches, crying out). Its Michael, Cathleen, its Michael; God spare his soul, and what will herself say when she hears this story, and Bartley on the sea? Cathleen (taking the stocking). Its a plain stocking. Nora. Its the second one of the third pair I knitted, and I put up three-score stitches, and I dropped four of them, |
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