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Donagh: Well, it is not the hut, with the hunger of the bog about it, that I will be bringing Agnes into now. Mrs. Ford: Agnes, come here, love, until I look upon the sweetness of your face. It is a great inheritance you will have in the name of Donagh Ford. It is no idle name that will be in this house but the name of one who knew a great strength.
Did the world ever hear of such a story as an old woman like me to be standing in this place and the planter gone from Currabane! And if Donagh Ford is gone to his rest his son is here to answer for him. Donagh: The world knows I can never be the man my father was. Mrs. 'They talk of a tenant at will, he'd say, 'but who is it that can chain the purpose of a man's mind. And they all saw it.
If you were to see how glad all the people were! And you ought to have the greatest joy. Donagh: Well, then I thought of you, Agnes, and that changed everything. I went whistling about the place. Agnes: That was a good omen, Donagh. Donagh: I took it that way, too, for it was the first greeting I got after parting from yourself. Did you hear it, Agnes? Agnes: I did not.
I was the woman who stood by the side of Donagh Ford, that gave him support in the day of trial, that was always the strong branch in the storm and in the calm. Am I saying any word only what is a true word, Donagh? Donagh: The truth of that is well known to the people. Mrs. Ford: Very well. Gather up all the people now, son. Let them come in about this place for many of them have a memory of it.
And I heard the people cheering. I thought maybe it was some strife was going on in Carrabane. It was always a place of one struggle or another. And they have mislaid the scoop again. I'm tired telling them not to be leaving it in the barn. Where is that Martin Driscoll and what way is he doing his business at all? Donagh: A boy who was here long ago.
Was it not something to see you and Donagh coming from a miserable place in the bog? Mrs. Blessed be God! Is Curley the planter gone from Carrabane? Don't make any lie to me, Hugh Deely. Hugh: Curley is gone. Mrs. What about his trollop of a wife? Donagh: The whole brood and tribe of them went a month back. Agnes: Did not Donagh tell you that you were back in your own place again?
Hugh: Here is the car coming up the road with your mother and Agnes. They're giving her a welcome. Hugh: I'll run out and greet her. Donagh hangs up harness on some pegs. Agnes: Donagh, your mother was greatly excited leaving the hut. I think she doesn't rightly understand what is happening. Donagh: I was afeard of that. The memory slips on her betimes. She thinks she's back in the old days again.
Denis Meehan's struck dead by the Donagh! He swore in a lie, and is now a corpse!" Anthony paused, and calmly surveyed him as he lay with his head resting upon the hands of those who supported him.
The houses were tall, and had been grand in King Donagh O'Brien's time, I suppose. The streets were very narrow. The last week's wash, that looked as if the Shannon was further away than it is, fluttered from the broken windows of the fifth story. All the shops were open; there did not seem to be any buyers, but if there were, they might get supplied.
I heard only one sound the length of the evening. Donagh: What sound was that, Agnes? Agnes: I heard nothing only the singing of one song, a lovely song, all about Donagh Ford! Donagh: About me? Agnes: Yes, indeed. It was no bird and no voice, but the singing I heard of my own heart. Donagh: That was a good song to hear, Agnes.
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