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 Penlon and he took his pony into a field and said to him: “Go you now, beast bach, and eat a little grass.” Having done that he came into the barnyard and censured Nansi severely: “Evil Nansi, for what she has not heard about her daughter Leisa?” “Sober, sober, what's this Jos bach Gernos would say to me now?” “Leisa won’t wed me! And did not the old ring cost me a whole yellow sovereign? As I live! Go you and ask Peter Shop Watches.”

Nansi, not ceasing in her labour, cried: “Silas, do you come and converse with Jos bach Gernos.” Silas was counting up the irregular lines, each line representing a load of hay, which he had scratched on the door of the stable.

“Well, Jos Gernos?” asked Silas.

“Leisa says she won't come to Gernos.”

“Man, man!”

“Iss, the female is wedding Abram