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PEGEEN. Go on, I’m saying, and don’t be waking this place with your noise. (_She hustles him out and bolts the door._) That lad would wear the spirits from the saints of peace. (_Bustles about, then takes off her apron and pins it up in the window as a blind. Christy watching her timidly. Then she comes to him and speaks with bland good-humour._) Let you stretch out now by the fire, young fellow. You should be destroyed travelling.