PHILLY——[withsuspicion。]——DidheseeChristy？
WIDOWQUIN。Hedidn’t。（Withawarninggesture。）Letyounotbeputtinghiminmindofhim，oryou’llbelikelysummonedifthere’smurderdone。（LookingroundatMahon。）Whisht！He’slistening。Waitnowtillyouhearmetakinghimeasyandunravellingall。（ShegoestoMahon。）Andwhatwayareyoufeeling，mister？Areyouincontentmentnow？
MAHON——[slightlyemotionalfromhisdrink。]——I’mpoorlyonly，forit’sahardstorythewayI’mleftto-day，whenitwasIdidtendhimfromhishourofbirth，andheadunceneverreachedhissecondbook，thewayhe’dcomefromschool，many’stheday，withhislegslamedunderhim，andheblackenedwithhisbeatingslikeatinker’sass。It’sahardstory，I’msaying，thewaysomedohavetheirnextandnighestraisingupahandofmurderonthem，andsomeislonesomegettingtheirdeathwithlamentationinthedeadofnight。
WIDOWQUIN——[notknowingwhattosay。]——Tohearyoutalkingsoquiet，who’dknowyouwerethesamefellowweseenpassto-day？
MAHON。I’mthesamesurely。Thewrackandruinofthreescoreyears；andit’saterrortolivethatlength，Itellyou，andtohaveyoursonsgoingtothedogsagainstyou，andyouworeoutscoldingthem，andskelpingthem，andGodknowswhat。