O'FLAHERTY. And it's no great loss you'd be if it wasn't for my
natural feelings for you; for it's only a silly ignorant old
countrywoman you are with all your fine talk about Ireland: you
that never stepped beyond the few acres of it you were born on!
MRS O'FLAHERTY [tottering to the garden seat and showing signs of
breaking down]. Dinny darlint, why are you like this to me?
What's happened to you?
O'FLAHERTY [gloomily]. What's happened to everybody? that's what
I want to know. What's happened to you that I thought all the
world of and was afeard of? What's happened to Sir Pearce, that I
thought was a great general, and that I now see to be no more fit
to command an army than an old hen? What's happened to Tessie,
that I was mad to marry a year ago, and that I wouldn't take now
with all Ireland for her fortune? I tell you the world's creation
is crumbling in ruins about me; and then you come and ask what's
happened to me?
MRS O'FLAHERTY [giving way to wild grief]. Ochone! ochone! my
son's turned agen me. Oh, what'll I do at all at all? Oh! oh! oh!
oh!
SIR PEARCE [running out of the house].
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