Books Group The Shanachie Volume 1

ISBN 13: 9781235937361

The Shanachie Volume 1

 
9781235937361: The Shanachie Volume 1

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: ...you doing that? It's the last time a tramp or a tinker or a rogue of the roads will have the chance of laying his hand on anything in this house. It is jailed you should be! What did you want touching the dresser at all? Is it looking you were for what you could bring away? Travelling Man (taking the child's hands). I would not refuse these hands that were held out for them. If it was for the four winds of the world he had asked, I would have put their bridles into these innocent hands. Mother (taking up the jug and throwing the branch on the floor). Get out of this! Get out of this I tell you! There is no shelter here for the like of you! Look at that mud on the floor! You are not fit to come into the house of any decent respectable person! The room begins to darken. Travelling Man. Indeed, I am more used to the roads than to the shelter of houses. It is often I have spent the night on the bare hills. Mother. No wonder in that! (She begins to sweep floor.) Go out of this now to whatever company you are best used to, whatever they are. The worst of people it is likely they are, thieves and drunkards and shameless women. Travelling Man. Maybe so. Drunkards and thieves and shameless women, stones that have fallen, that are trodden under foot, bodies that are spoiled with sores, bodies that are worn with fasting, minds that are broken with much sinning, the poor, the mad, the bad.... Mother. Get out with you! Go back to your friends, I say! Travelling Man. I will go. I will go back to the highroad that is walked by the bare feet of the poor, by the innocent bare feet of children. I will go back to the rocks and the wind, to the cries of the trees in the storm! He goes out. Child. He has forgotten his branch! Takes it and follows him. Mother (still sweeping). M...

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Book Description RareBooksClub. Paperback. Book Condition: New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 42 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1906 Excerpt: . . . you doing that Its the last time a tramp or a tinker or a rogue of the roads will have the chance of laying his hand on anything in this house. It is jailed you should be! What did you want touching the dresser at all Is it looking you were for what you could bring away Travelling Man (taking the childs hands). I would not refuse these hands that were held out for them. If it was for the four winds of the world he had asked, I would have put their bridles into these innocent hands. Mother (taking up the jug and throwing the branch on the floor). Get out of this! Get out of this I tell you! There is no shelter here for the like of you! Look at that mud on the floor! You are not fit to come into the house of any decent respectable person! The room begins to darken. Travelling Man. Indeed, I am more used to the roads than to the shelter of houses. It is often I have spent the night on the bare hills. Mother. No wonder in that! (She begins to sweep floor. ) Go out of this now to whatever company you are best used to, whatever they are. The worst of people it is likely they are, thieves and drunkards and shameless women. Travelling Man. Maybe so. Drunkards and thieves and shameless women, stones that have fallen, that are trodden under foot, bodies that are spoiled with sores, bodies that are worn with fasting, minds that are broken with much sinning, the poor, the mad, the bad. . . . Mother. Get out with you! Go back to your friends, I say! Travelling Man. I will go. I will go back to the highroad that is walked by the bare feet of the poor, by the innocent bare feet of children. I will go back to the rocks and the wind, to the cries of the trees in the storm! He goes out. Child. He has forgotten his branch! Takes it and follows him. Mother (still sweeping). M. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN. Paperback. Bookseller Inventory # 9781235937361

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