Maire hasn't little notions. What do you say to it, Maire, my
girl?
MAIRE
What do I say? I say you're not a rambler now, though indeed
you behave like one.
CONN
You have something against me, Maire.
MAIRE
I have.
CONN
What has she against me, Anne?
MAIRE
All the promises you broke.
CONN
You were listening to what the town is saying.
MAIRE
What does the town know? Does it know that you stripped us of
stock and crop the year after we came here? Does it know that Anne
and myself, two girls of the roads, had to struggle ever since to
keep a shelter?
CONN
_(bitterly)_ It knows that. It couldn't help but know it, maybe.
But does it know all the promises you made and broke?
CONN
_(angrily)_ Hush now; I'll hear no more. I went my own way
always, and I'll go my own way always.
_He goes to the entrance, and remains with his back turned. Maire
goes to Anne_.
MAIRE
_(raising her voice)_ Ay, he'll go his own way always. What
was the good of working and saving here?
ANNE
Be quiet with him.
MAIRE
He'll go his own way always, and it's foolish of us to be
fretting for him night and day.
_Maire sits on stool and puts her hands across her face_.
CONN
_(turning his head)_ Fretting for me. It was too easy that I
reared you.
ANNE
God help Maire! She kept the house together at the worst, and
she is always fretting for us.
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