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PADRAIC, still bleak, riding his pony & cart in drizzly rain, * the whole of the island stretched out behind him, and ahead along the lane, MRS MCCORMICK leaning strangely against a wall in the drizzle, hair wet, pipe in mouth, smiling * knowingly.
PADRAIC
(as he passes)
What are you smiling at?
She shrugs, still smiling in the rain. He continues on. *