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AS IT IS WRITTEN


“Mishtir Bryn-Bevan!”

“Not one, indeed.”

“Awful,” said Shaci.

“Sinful,” said the minister.

“Do him come in the neighbourhood of five in the afternoon and say a speech,” said Mali. “Thankful will we be if he do this great deed.”

“Sure me, I’ll come, Shaci. Has not the Big Man called me to judge over Sion? I’ll talk fair to the wench, and if she bears herself without modesty in my presence then I will deal mightily with her.”

Now in the order of their importance these are they that went up to Penyrallt the day that Dan brought home a daughter of the English: the Respected Bryn-Bevan, Sadrach the Large, Joshua Llanwen, Rhys Shop, Sali the wife of Old Shemmi, Bertha Daviss.

The Respected Bryn-Bevan sat at the round table in the parlour, and the door of

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