Blessed Bridget O’Coole

  • Sean O’Casey

Abstract

There she was before him. The lean, wand-like arm of Lennox Robinson had waved her out of her chair in a dark corner of the Abbey Theatre office; waved her out to meet Sean, whose play,1 at last, had been accepted for production. There she was, a sturdy, stoutlittle figure soberly clad in solemn black, made gay with a touch of something white under a long, soft, black silk veil that covered her grey hair and flowed gracefully behind half-way down her back. A simple brooch shyly glistened under her throat, like a bejewelled lady making her first retreat, feeling a little ashamed of it. Her face was a rugged one, hardy as that of a peasant, curiously lit with an odd dignity, and softened with a careless touch of humour in the bright eyes and the curving wrinkles crowding around the corners of the firm little mouth. She looked like an old, elegant nun of a new order, a blend of the Lord Jesus Christ and of Puck, an order that Ireland had never known before, and wasn’t likely to know again for a long time to come.

Keywords

Foam Defend Malone Ecstasy 

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© Palgrave Macmillan, a division of Macmillan Publishers Limited 1977

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  • Sean O’Casey

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