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 while she scraped off the refuse from off the sides of her clogs, she called out: “A writing from Dan, Samson bach?” “Iss, iss,” answered Samson, “take you the old letter.” “Goodness now, whatever does the boy say then? Little Samson, don’t you stand there like dolted idiot. Speak Dan bach’s words.” “Dan says he is coming home for a small holiday,” said Samson, opening the envelope. “And he is bringing a maid with him.” “What for you say jokes, man! Be serious and truthful.” “Mali the daughter of Mati and the wife of Shaci, truthful I am, indeed, dear me.” “Peer at the letter now, Samson bach, and interpret it to me without deceit,” said Mali.

“Woman alive, not joking am I. Do I not speech that Dan and his