And she had little brooches in her ears, though she hadn't half
the jewelry of Mrs Sullivan that keeps the popshop in Drumpogue.
And she dresses her hair down over her forehead, in a fringe
like. And she has an Irish look about her eyebrows. And she
didn't know what to say to me, poor woman! and I didn't know what
to say to her, God help me!
TERESA. You'll have a pension now with the Cross, won't you,
Denny?
O'FLAHERTY. Sixpence three farthings a day.
TERESA. That isn't much.
O'FLAHERTY. I take out the rest in glory.
TERESA. And if you're wounded, you'll have a wound pension, won't
you?
O'FLAHERTY. I will, please God.
TERESA. You're going out again, aren't you, Denny?
O'FLAHERTY. I can't help myself. I'd be shot for a deserter if I
didn't go; and maybe I'll be shot by the Boshes if I do go; so
between the two of them I'm nicely fixed up.
MRS O'FLAHERTY [calling from within the house]. Tessie! Tessie
darlint!
TERESA [disengaging herself from his arm and rising]. I'm wanted
for the tea table. You'll have a pension anyhow, Denny, won't
you, whether you're wounded or not?
MRS O'FLAHERTY.
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