Where am I? Judith, is that you?
How did I come here, honey? But, now I mind—
I fell ... He must have hidden in the heather
To trip me up ... He kicked me, as I lay—
The harrygad!
Judith:
Jim!
Bell:
Nay! What am I saying?
I stumbled, Judith: you must stick to that,
Whatever they may say ... I stumbled, Judith.
Think what would happen if they strung Jim up;
Should I ... you can’t hang any man alone ...
Think what would happen should I ... Don’t you see,
We cannot let them string up Michael’s uncle?
Respectable ... it wouldn’t be respectable ...
And I ... I slutted, fifteen ... I’d an inkling
There must be blood, somewhere ... I thought I smelt it ...
And it tastes salt on the lips ... It’s choking me ...
It’s fire and salt and candle-light for me
This time, and Whinny Muir and Brig-o’-Dread ...
I’m done for, Judith ... It’s all up with me ...
It’s been a fine ploy, while it lasted ...
Judith:
Come ...
Bell:
Life with a smack in it: death with a tang ...
Judith: