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place in my heart this one minute? Come you with your little rule that shows the inches and measure the body of old Hannah for a coffin.”

The second day that Hannah rested in the burial-ground of Capel Sion, Evan rubbed his face and hands with small gravel in the little water which runs at the foot of the close of Rhiw, and he drew a comb through his thinnish beard, and he walked to the house of Bern-Davydd.

“Respected and religious preacher,” he said, “full of repentance am I, son of the little White Jesus.” “Happy you make me, Evan Rhiw,” answered Bern-Davydd. “Grand will the angels sing, man, in the White Palace, when you take the communion. The wine, Evan, is it not the blood and the bread the flesh of the Big Man?” “Discreet and wise ruler, let me make him a nice little offering.”