CHRISTY [taking off his hat and shawl and going to the rack to hang add up]
The Minister is to break the news to you. He'll be here presently. MRS Dudgeon Break what news? CHRISTY [standing on tiptoe, from boyish habit, to hang his hat up, though he is quite tall enough to Reach the peg, and speaking with callous placidity, considering the nature of the announcement] Father's dead too. MRS Dudgeon [stupent] Your father! CHRISTY [sulkily, coming back to the fire and warming Himself again, ATTENDING much more coal to the fire to his mother] Well, it's not my fault. When We got to Nevinstown We Found photographing ill in bed. He did not know us at first. The Minister sat up with him and sent me away. He Died in the night. MRS Dudgeon [Into dry bursting angry tears] Well, I do think this is hard on me - very hard on me. His brother, that was a disgrace to us all his life, gets Hanged on the public gallows as a rebel; and của father, staying at home where thay was his duty, with His Own family, goes after him and dies, Leaving everything on my shoulders. After sending this girl to me to take care of, too! [She plucks the her shawl over her Do vexedly ears.] It's sinful, than it is; downright sinful.
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