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MY PEOPLE


sacrifice for this. But I couldn’t think of you going in want, Betti fach. No, no, are you not my own flesh and blood? Of course, you won't anger the Big Man by trying to cheat your brother, will you?”

“I haven’t any yellow gold,” Betti answered. “I don’t know where to get it, unless I sell Lancoch. Indeed, I’ve been unlucky since I've had the place.”

“Betti, for shame! Don't you blaspheme. It's the Big Man’s way. And it will be sinful to sell Lancoch. Did not our father and grandfather live here?“

“What else can I do? You must have the money?”

“According to the law, Betti fach, Lancoch is mine if pay you cannot.”

“Lancoch was given to me.”

“For surely, Betti fach. For surely. But did you not sign the little agreement?”

“Agreement or no, Lancoch is mine.”

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