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AS IT IS WRITTEN


showing his face to his neighbours, lest they should reproach him) to Danyrefail.

“Shaci! Shaci! Go you and wash your dirty old heart,” cried Martha to him.

“Unworthy you are.”

“Now-now, humble is my carcase,” replied Shaci.

“But are you humble before the Almighty?” cried Martha the stranger woman of Danyrefail. “Drato, go on your dirty knees, old boy ugly.”

“There’s no more spirit left in me, little Martha,” said Shaci. “Do you now in the godliness of your heart say to Sadrach the Large that I seek his instruction.”

Sadrach took Shaci aside to speak to him quietly.

“Sure, little Shaci,” he ended, “come I will to prove this foreign hussy with hard questions.”

So Shaci’s heart was lightened, and he walked home over the tramping road;

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