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 “Whatever is the matter with the boy?” said Shaci. “Little Samson, read you writing of the letter now to me.” “Shaci! Shaci!” Samson admonished him. “Inconsiderate you are, man. Know you not that I am the post? Has there not been a letter in my bag for three days for the owl of a Schoolin’ telling him the day of Sara’s funeral?” Mali was sorrowful that her son Dan was to be charged with this fault, and she said to her husband: “Shaci bach, here's disgrace. Put your old head into the words that Dan has written.”

But Samson the Post had taken away the letter. “Full of wrath am I,” said Shaci. “Heard you what the old Satan said about the Respected Bryn-Bevan?” “Iss, iss.” “This thing must not come to pass. How shall we hold up our heads in