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People remarked her, and said things one to another.

Ianto spoke to his daughter.

“Bad you were to go out of your way to tempt poor Michael. Tell you the boy bach that it’s good for him to get beyond the sense of your wickedness.”

Dinah acted; she said to Michael:

“Get you out of our home, the old hen! Get away off, else I’ll stick this old pitchfork in your eyes.”

Michael grew feared, and departed; and in a week he came back.

“Sure, dear me, now,” he observed to Ianto, “you won't turn your guest into the highway. Let me rest in your house for a small period.”

“Remain here as long as you like, little son,” replied Ianto. ”But steel your heart against the wiles of my wench.”

During the month which followed Dinah employed divers methods to rid the house of Michael. On a day she said to him: