TOURNOUR
Don't be talking, Thomas Muskerry. You're not Master over me.
MUSKERRY
Not the Master over you?
TOURNOUR
No. There's an end to your sway, Mr. Muskerry.
MUSKERRY
Go out of the house. No, stay here. You think I'm out of
the Workhouse. No. That's not so. I've claims, great claims, on it
still. Not for nothing was I there for thirty years, the pattern for
the officials of Ireland.
TOURNOUR
Twenty-nine years, I'm telling you.
MUSKERRY
The Guardians will take account of me.
TOURNOUR
And maybe they would, too.
MUSKERRY
What's that you're saying?
TOURNOUR
The Guardians might take an account of Thomas Muskerry in a
way he mightn't like. _(He goes to door)_
MUSKERRY
Come back here, Felix Tournour.
TOURNOUR
I'm not your sub-servant.
MUSKERRY
Stand here before me.
TOURNOUR
You and your before me! Your back to heaven and your belly
to hell.
MUSKERRY
Go away. Go away out of this.
TOURNOUR
Don't try to down-face me. I know something about you.
MUSKERRY
About me!
TOURNOUR
Aye, you and your fifty tons of coal. _(Muskerry goes back
from him)_ Great claims on the Workhouse have you. The Guardians
will take account of you. Will they? Talk to them about the fifty
tons of coal. Go and do that, my pattern of the officials of Ireland!
_Tournour goes out by shop. Muskerry stands with his hands on the
arm chair_.
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