"
"The Lord save us, Shawn," replied Grace, attempting to treat those
pointed interrogatories with a jocular spirit, "how can you expect me to
answer such a catechize as you're puttin' to me at wanst."
"Answer me, in the mane time," he replied; "I'll have no doubling,
Granua."
"Has anything vexed you, Shawn?"
"_Chorp an diaoul!_ tell me why you staid so long at the well"--and as
he spoke his eyes flashed with resentment and suspicion.
"I didn't stay long at it."
"I say you did. What kept you?"
"Why, bekaise I didn't hurry myself, but took my time. I was often
longer."
"You were spakin' to some one at the well."
"Ah, thin, Shawn, who would I be spakin' to?"
"Maybe I know--I believe I do--but I want now to know whether you're a
liar, as I suspect you to be, or whether you are honest enough to tell
the truth."
"Do you suspect me, then?"
"I do suspect you; or rather I don't--bekaise I know the truth. Answer
me--who were you spakin' with?"
"Troth," said she, "I was lookin' at your sweetheart in the well,"
meaning her own shadow, "and was only asking her how she did.
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