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 Big Man will send a message to Sadrach Danyrefail here.” Worshippers on their way to Capel Sion the preceding Sunday had shuddered at the sight of Betti Lancoch flaunting herself in fine garments. Rhys Shop spoke to her: “Whisper you to me now where you are going.” “To the abode of Gwylim’s people,” replied Betti.

“And you say so now. There’s going to be a wedding, then?” “Iss, iss, Rhys Shop,” Betti answered, and in her ostentatious pride she lifted her frock and displayed the skirt of her white petticoat.

Rhys bent himself and examined the material from which it had been made.

“Jasto!” he cried. "Tell you me now if you paid a shilling except a half-penny a yard for this?” Betti laughed.