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like cheering. [He goes to the window and looks out.] I wonder what they are cheering about. I don't see anybody.


PETER. It might be a hurling match.


PATRICK. There's no hurling to-day. It must be down in the town the cheering is.


BRIDGET. I suppose the boys must be having some sport of their own. Come over here, Peter, and look at Michael's wedding-clothes.


PETER [shifts his chair to table]. Those are grand clothes, indeed.


BRIDGET. You hadn't clothes like that when you married me, and no coat to put on of a Sunday any more than any other day.


PETER. That is true, indeed. We never thought a son of our own would be wearing a suit of that sort for his wedding, or have so good a place to bring a wife to.


PATRICK [who is still at the window]. There's an old woman coming down the road. I don't know, is it here she's coming?


BRIDGET. It will be a neighbour coming to hear about Michael's wedding. Can you see who it is?


PATRICK. I think it is a stranger, but she's not coming to the house. She's turned into the gap that goes down where Murteen and his sons are shearing sheep. [He turns towards BRIDGET.] Do you remember what Winny of the Cross Roads was saying the other night about the strange woman that goes through the country whatever time there's war or trouble coming?


BRIDGET. Don't be bothering us about Winny's talk, but go and open the door for your brother. I hear him coming up the path.


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