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 and into the corner of the field which is behind the barn where Shaci her husband was thatching his hay.

“Shaci, man! Are you deaf then, for sure! Why you do not listen? Come you here at once.”

Shaci came down to the earth and walked to the gate slowly, for though he was not old, he stooped because of much earth toil.

When he was within twenty paces of her, Mali called to him: “Samson the Post does say that Dan bach is coming home on the third day with an old bitch of an English maid. A cow as poor as a church mouse, I wager.” “Iss, iss, Shaci bach,” said Samson the Post, “what talk there is in Shop Rhys about Dan! The religious Respected Bryn-Bevan was there, and did he not say that the abodes of the old English are refreshment places on the way to the Pool? Grand indeed he spoke. Like a sermon.”