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THE GLORY THAT WAS SION’S


of rhubarb wine. The man was angry when he was told that it would not make anyone drunk. Every night Rhys Shop came with a quarter of a pound of biscuits which he laid on the pillow, and he also brought with him samples of black materials which were suitable for mournful garments.

Even the Respected Josiah Bryn-Bevan came and stood over Twm's bed. Twm opened his eyes and said he thought his visitor was Shon the Pig Drover.

“Twm!” Madlen cried. “Shameful you are! There’s a squirrel for you! Say something religious to our little Judge.”

The minister sat on the window-sill and said: “Twm, indeed for sure, glad you ought to be, sinner bach, that you are to be laid in little Capel Sion.”

If ever the minister was inclined to the sin of unbelief in death-bed repentance it was when he heard Twm’s answer and saw Twm’s face.

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