[Martin Doul
takes Mary Doul's hand and tries to grope his way off right; he
has lost his hat, and they are both covered with dust and grass
seeds.]
PEOPLE. You're going wrong. It's this way, Martin Doul.
[They push him over in front of the Saint, near centre. Martin
Doul and Mary Doul stand with piteous hang-dog dejection.]
SAINT. Let you not be afeard, for there's great pity with the
Lord.
MARTIN DOUL. We aren't afeard, holy father.
SAINT. It's many a time those that are cured with the well of
the four beauties of God lose their sight when a time is gone,
but those I cure a second time go on seeing till the hour of
death. (He takes the cover from his can.) I've a few drops only
left of the water, but, with the help of God, It'll be enough for
the two of you, and let you kneel down now upon the road. [Martin
Doul wheels round with Mary Doul and tries to get away.
SAINT. You can kneel down here, I'm saying, we'll not trouble
this time going to the church.
TIMMY -- [turning Martin Doul round, angrily.] -- Are you going
mad in your head, Martin Doul? It's here you're to kneel. Did
you not hear his reverence, and he speaking to you now?
SAINT.
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