] -- You're thinking that, God help
you; but it's little you know of her at all.
MARTIN DOUL. It's little surely, and I'm destroyed this day
waiting to look upon her face.
TIMMY -- [awkwardly.] -- It's well you know the way she is; for
the like of you do have great knowledge in the feeling of your
hands.
MARTIN DOUL -- [still feeling the cloak.] -- We do, maybe. Yet
it's little I know of faces, or of fine beautiful cloaks, for
it's few cloaks I've had my hand to, and few faces (plaintively);
for the young girls is mighty shy, Timmy the smith and it isn't
much they heed me, though they do be saying I'm a handsome man.
MARY DOUL -- [mockingly, with good humour.] -- Isn't it a queer
thing the voice he puts on him, when you hear him talking of the
skinny-looking girls, and he married with a woman he's heard
called the wonder of the western world?
TIMMY -- [pityingly.] -- The two of you will see a great wonder
this day, and it's no lie.
MARTIN DOUL. I've heard tell her yellow hair, and her white
skin, and her big eyes are a wonder, surely.
BRIDE -- [who has looked out left.] -- Here's the saint coming
from the selvage of the wood.
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