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 the wife of Old Shemmi. “Goodness, what an old girl she was, for sure! She washed her flesh on the Sabbath in Avon Bern.” “Say not like that,” Rhys Shop interrupted.

“Iss, she did. Did not word of her doings reach Shemmi’s ears, and did he not hide himself behind Sadrach’s hedge to see the shameless woman for himself? And she used to take her old pagan dog for walks over the fields on the afternoons of the Sabbath.”

“Dear people,” said Rhys Shop, “have we not much to be thankful for to the Big Man?” “Indeed, iss,” said Bertha Daviss.

“The white little Jesus will do me badly if I give the bitch a bed in my house,” said Mali.

“Tell you me now what you are going to do with her?” asked Sali the wife of Old Shemmi.