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 “Josh, indeed you are leaving Gwylim out!” “Gwylim! You are not intent on wedding Gwylim?” “Iss, man bach, I am. Think you I curl my hair for Rhys Shop? Think you I bought this nice white petticoat for him? Dear, there’s dense.” “Mercy me, what a bad wench you are!’ cried Joshua. “Have you not heard what a dissipated boy Gwylim is? Heard you not of his doings and his cheatings over cattle? Turn you away from your purpose, and act as I bid you.” “I shall wed him in front of all you say, Josh,” said Betti. “Boy bach swellish is Gwylim.” “O Betti, is it a light thing to you that you take your possessions to a man who never goes to capel?” “Little man senseless, you are eloquent! Do you think I could live for ten minutes with that old hare of your wife Priscila?”