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“Did he now?” said Pedr. “Dear me, there’s a blockhead am I. I did not know.” “If I die, Pedr is madder than ever!” said one.

“Oh, I am wise to-day. Pedr is wise with the wisdom of God. Am I not among the prophets? See you, I am come after little Elijah, and Jeremiah, and Daniel. What a boy brave Dan bach was, for sure. The white Jesus said to me, ‘Pedr, I look to you to save Capel Sion.’” “If we let the dog go on blaspheming,” Martha interrupted, “the revengeful Big Man will punish us with rain before half the hay is in stack.”

“I am a man of God,” Pedr drivelled. ‘Hearken you now to my voice, for do not my sayings come from Him whose mercy is as bountiful as the hay around us, and whose anger is as furious as the bull who frightened Achsah the wife of Sadrach into giving birth to Sadrach the Small on