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Ardara better blood body born chair child cloth Colum comes couldn't crosses dark dead deal death decent devil door drink drop drunk easy face fair falling Father John feet fetch fire girl give God's goes going Good-night half hands happen hard He's heard I'll It's John Gilla Carr judge JUDGMENT Kate keep knew laid laugh leave Light Woman listen look loom lying Maum mind mister moan morning NABLA never night opens Owen Owen Ban Parry Parry Cam Peg Straw PETER pipe poor quiet quietly rises roads seat She's speaks stands stopped story strange STRANGER sure talk tell There's thing thread tinkers Toal trouble true turn turns round twelve voice wake walking What's woman women wonder You're young
Sayfa 34 - When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers ? hath no man condemned thee ? She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee : go, and sin no more.
Sayfa 26 - As I walked down thro' Dublin City At the hour of twelve in the night, Who should I see but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight. First she washed them, and then she dried them Over a fire of amber coal: Never in all my life did I see A maid JoHN (endeavouring to talk the song down).
Sayfa 26 - I'll wrastle you At a double trot through the Bridewell gate! So I waved a kiss to the Spanish lady, Hot as the fire of cramesy coal. I've seen dark maids, though never one So white and neat about...
Sayfa 31 - in his thin, piercing, old man's voice. JoHN. Well, if Father John comes in, it won't be telling you, Parry. (The noise subsides gradually.) OWEN (in comparative silence). Will you answer me this, Parry, and you, Stranger ? (There is a hush. Owen is listened to as one commanding respect.) Why is it when a man's soul is in his body, and he lusty and well, you think nothing of kicking him about as you would an old cast shoe ? But the minute the soul goes, and the body is stiffening in death, you draw...
Sayfa 8 - JOHN (grasping him). Oh, ay. PARRY. Then she dropped that, and she took to picking thraneens and bits of straw on the roads, and in haggards and places, and you'd never meet her but she'd have a bunch in her hand — about that length (measuring) . . . every little stalk bit off as neat as neat, and it like a scrubber or a dandy brush you'd put to a horse.
Sayfa 7 - She made an ill start, and she's like to have an ill end. OWEN. May God keep the kindness in our hearts, Nabla. It wasn't, as I say, all her own fault, maybe. The young fellows used to be baiting her, and the men jeering at her in the fairs. NABLA. It wasn't for nothing they called her the Light Woman.
Sayfa 20 - CoLUM (looking). It's stopped. PARRY. You wouldn't have it going, and a corp in the , house ? Would you, now ? Time is nothing when a body's dead. JoHN. Owen stopped it himself. He was standing on that stone as we came for'rad the door. It was just on the stroke of twelve. CoLUM (slowly). It's strange what happens.
Sayfa 25 - ... the glen, aren't you, mister ? PETER. He is not. He's a farmhand down at Ewart's. I've seen him before. CoLUM. A farmhand! You're out, Peter. He's a strolling man if he's anything. Look at him ! Look at the twisty gob of him. Begob, if the peelers smell him there'll be the devil to pay.