Norah monologue (Act 1) — Within the Gates

(_holds down her hand_) The dear Doctor! Ye were that kind to me, Doctor,--at the hospital, and forninst the house where I was worrkin’. It’s niver a cint I had to pay yez for yer thruble. If I’d been a pretty lady with a purrse of gold, ye never could have put yerself about more than ye did for the likes of me. It’s not meself that would have died the day if _you’d_ been there. Doctor? Would yez mind, if I should--bless you, Doctor? There’s kindness onto kindness, and mercy goin’ after mercy that ye did me, all hidin’ in a poor girrl’s heart to rise and meet you here. I was sick an’ ye did visit me.