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TRAMP {Outside.} Good evening to you, lady of the house.
NORA: Good evening, kindly stranger, it's a wild night, God help you, to be out in the rain falling.
TRAMP It is, surely, and I walking to Brittas from the Aughrim fair.
NORA Is it walking on your feet, stranger?
TRAMP On my two feet, lady of the house, and when I saw the light below I thought maybe if you'd a sup of new milk and a quiet decent corner where a man could sleep [He looks in past her and sees the dead man.} The Lord have mercy on us all!
NORA It doesn't matter anyway, stranger, come in out of the rain.
TRAMP {Coming in slowly and going towards the bed.} Is it departed he is?
NORA It is, stranger. He's after dying on me, God forgive him, and there I am now with a hundred sheep beyond on the hills, and no turf drawn for