Caius followed, holding the candle, and inspected him again.
"Sit down, man." O'Shea made an impatient gesture at the light.

"Get into bed, if ye will; there's no hurry that I know of." Caius stood still, looking at the farmer, and such nervousness had come upon him that he was almost trembling with fear, without the slightest notion as yet of what he feared.
"In the name of Heaven----" he began.
"Yes, Heaven!" O'Shea spoke with hard, meditative inquiry.

"It's Heaven she trusts in.

What's Heaven going to do for her, I'd loike to know ?" "What is it ?" The question now was hoarse and breathless.
"Well, I'll tell you what it is if ye'll give me time"-- the tone was sarcastic--"and you needn't spoil yer beauty by catching yer death of cold.

'Tain't nicessary, that I know of.