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 frog! There's vexed Martha is since you waggled your wild tongue in the hayfield. Prophet! Who made you judge in Capel Sion? Think you the Big Man chooses you before me and the Respected Bryn-Bevan to be His mouthpiece?” “Woe to you, Sadrach Danyrefail," announced Pedr. “Your dishonour makes the little angels weep.”

Sadrach spat in his face.

“Dear people” began Pedr.

“Pedr,” said Sadrach, “bits of sermons now and again are all right, but when you take the name of the Big Man in vain, well-well, it is very sinful.”

“My soul,” exclaimed Pedr, “is as clean as the soul of Elijah.”

“Hearken you now, Pedr,” said Sadrach jestingly, “can you bring the dead to life? Elijah could. And, dear me, where are your sacrifices? You can’t bring an old turnip to life, man.”

The people pushed Pedr hither and