“I haven’t enough even for my own! And the fog is rising, neighbour.”
“Abbot, did you hear us say: ‘Gart is a bad man; Gart is a good-for-nothing, a city trickster?’ No, we said: ‘This thing has never happened here before,’” says Desfoso.
Then a determined voice remarks:
“Gart is a good man! Wild Gart is a good man!”
DESFOSO—If you looked around, abbot, you couldn’t find a single, strong boat here. I haven’t enough tar for mine. And the church—is that the way a good church ought to look? I am not saying it myself, but it comes out that way—it can’t be helped, abbot.
Haggart turns to Mariet and says:
“Do you hear, woman?”
“I do.”
“Why don’t you spit into their faces?”
“I can’t. I love you, Haggart. Are there only ten Commandments of God? No, there is still another: ‘I love you, Haggart.’”