] -- You'd have a right to be leaving him
alone, Molly. What would the Saint say if he seen you making
game with his cloak?
MOLLY BYRNE -- [recklessly.] -- How would he see us, and he
saying prayers in the wood? (She turns Martin Doul round.) Isn't
that a fine holy-looking saint, Timmy the smith? (Laughing
foolishly.) There's a grand, handsome fellow, Mary Doul; and if
you seen him now you'd be as proud, I'm thinking, as the
archangels below, fell out with the Almighty God.
MARY DOUL -- [with quiet confidence going to Martin Doul and
feeling his cloak.] -- It's proud we'll be this day, surely.
[Martin Doul is still ringing.]
MOLLY BYRNE -- [to Martin Doul.] -- Would you think well to be
all your life walking round the like of that, Martin Doul, and
you bell-ringing with the saints of God?
MARY DOUL -- [turning on her, fiercely.] -- How would he be
bell-ringing with the saints of God and he wedded with myself?
MARTIN DOUL. It's the truth she's saying, and if bell-ringing is
a fine life, yet I'm thinking, maybe, it's better I am wedded
with the beautiful dark woman of Ballinatone.
MOLLY BYRNE -- [scornfully.
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