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 “Iss,” said Joshua Llanwen, “and if she can clean a stable.” “And tell the rat of a bitch,” shouted Mali, “that Dan won’t get a red penny piece after us.”

“But, mam fach,” Dan broke in, “what does that matter? Is not Alice the owner of a nice shop draper?”

Mali now went to Dan, and she called him her own boy bach, and the son of his mother; and she took Dan and his maid into the parlour, and closed the door on them.

Returning to the congregation, she delivered to them this speech: “There’s good you were to come. Dan’s maid, dear me, has travelled a long distance this day. Weary she is. Gracious now, isn’t she tidy? English she may be, but has not the Big Man told us to love our enemies? Shop Draper! There’s wealth for you. Rhys, come you up on a night and speak to her.”