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THE
CALLS
:
Wait
,
my
love
,
and
I
’
ll
be
with
you
.
THE
ANSWERS
:
Round
behind
the
stable
.
(
A
deafmute
idiot
with
goggle
eyes
,
his
shapeless
mouth
dribbling
,
jerks
past
,
shaken
in
Saint
Vitus
’
dance
.
A
chain
of
children
’
s
hands
imprisons
him
.
)
THE
CHILDREN
:
Kithogue
!
Salute
!
THE
IDIOT
:
(
Lifts
a
palsied
left
arm
and
gurgles
.
)
Grhahute
!
THE
CHILDREN
:
Where
’
s
the
great
light
?
THE
IDIOT
:
(
Gobbling
.
)
Ghaghahest
.
(
They
release
him
.
He
jerks
on
.
A
pigmy
woman
swings
on
a
rope
slung
between
two
railings
,
counting
.
A
form
sprawled
against
a
dustbin
and
muffled
by
its
arm
and
hat
snores
,
groans
,
grinding
growling
teeth
,
and
snores
again
.
On
a
step
a
gnome
totting
among
a
rubbishtip
crouches
to
shoulder
a
sack
of
rags
and
bones
.
A
crone
standing
by
with
a
smoky
oillamp
rams
her
last
bottle
in
the
maw
of
his
sack
.
He
heaves
his
booty
,
tugs
askew
his
peaked
cap
and
hobbles
off
mutely
.
The
crone
makes
back
for
her
lair
,
swaying
her
lamp
.
A
bandy
child
,
asquat
on
the
doorstep
with
a
paper
shuttlecock
,
crawls
sidling
after
her
in
spurts
,
clutches
her
skirt
,
scrambles
up
.
A
drunken
navvy
grips
with
both
hands
the
railings
of
an
area
,
lurching
heavily
.
At
a
corner
two
night
watch
in
shouldercapes
,
their
hands
upon
their
staffholsters
,
loom
tall
.
A
plate
crashes
:
a
woman
screams
:
a
child
wails
.
Oaths
of
a
man
roar
,
mutter
,
cease
.
Figures
wander
,
lurk
,
peer
from
warrens
.
In
a
room
lit
by
a
candle
stuck
in
a
bottleneck
a
slut
combs
out
the
tatts
from
the
hair
of
a
scrofulous
child
.
Cissy
Caffrey
’
s
voice
,
still
young
,
sings
shrill
from
a
lane
.
)
CISSY
CAFFREY
:
