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 “Silas bach, is this not a credit to you?”

Nansi and Dewi were approaching the gate, making great curves with their scythes. Nansi paused and looked at the men.

“Nansi, you silly cow,” cried Silas, “what for you wait? Dewi will cut off your little legs if you don't go faster. Do you hurry now, for the night cometh.”

“Happy I am to hear you saying from the Book of Words,” said Abram Bowen.

“Dear, dear, am I not always holding you up as a religious example in the School of Sabbath? … There's old talk that Leisa is going to Gernos?” “So they say, Abram. So they say.” “Pity now she's leaving the singing-class. She mustn't go before the party bach tries at Eisteddfod Morfa.” “Well-well, mouth you to the wench herself about that.”