Jim Tyrone enters along the road from thehighway,
left. She sighs and gets slowly to her feet, her body stiff from sittinglong in the
same position.
She haschanged to her Sunday best, a cheap
dark-blue dress, blackstockings and shoes. It must be a big help toyou, conversing
with whores and barkeeps. He begins to look extremely unsure ofhimself.
You mentioned that English bastard, Simpson. Look
at the bluff he puts up, straighteninghimself and grinning. It is a clear warm
moonlight night, around eleven oclock.
I know damned well he has noappetite this early in
the day, but only a thirst.
And Iknew all along hed never remember to keep his
date after he gotdrunk.
All you want is to keepme up listening to your
guff. And they exaggerate their Irish brogues to confuse an enemy stillfurther. He
dont know what he means, the poor loon.
As if I hadnt enough after whatshappened tonight.
Go on and snore like a pig to your hearts content.
In fact, Ill bet the sky is the
limitnow.
He has a big drag around here, and hell have
youpinched, sure as hell, if you beat him up.
And ten more died of cholera afterdrinking the
dirty water in it. Shelooks startled and confused, stirred and at the same
timefrightened.
I thought you never got up
tillafternoon.
His eyes are brown, the whites congested
andyellowish.
Before Im through withyou, youll think youre the
King of England at an Irish wake!