Hyacinth Halvey: I would not give in to any pagan thing, but to recognise one of her own sort, that is a thing can be understood.
Mrs. Broderick: So it could be too, the same as witnesses in a court.
Bartley Fallon: I will not give in to going to demons or druids or freemasons! Wasn't there enough of misfortune set before my path through every day of my lifetime without it to be linked with me after my death? Is it that you would force me to lose the comforts of heaven and to get the poverty of hell? I tell you I will have no trade with witches! I would sooner go face the featherbeds.
Hyacinth Halvey: Say out, girl, do you see any craziness here or anything of the sort?
Cracked Mary: Every day in the year there comes some malice into the world, and where it comes from is no good place.
Mrs. Broderick: That is it, a venomous dew, as in the year of the famine. There is no astronomer can say it is from the earth or the sky.
Hyacinth Halvey: It is what we are asking you, did any of that malice get its scope in this place?
Cracked Mary: That was settled in Mayo two thousand years ago.
Mrs. Broderick: Ah, there's no head or tail to that one's story. You 'd be left at the latter end the same as at the commencement.
Hyacinth Halvey: That dog you were talking of, that is raging through the district and the town—did it leave any madness after it?