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“I blame you, Tomos, for being so secret about your affairs.”

He thought.

“Dango!” he exclaimed. “There’s Nell Blaenffos. Do you know Nell, Tomos?”

“Nell Blaenffos?”

“You are as stupid as a frog, man. Blaenffos. Near Henllan. Nell the daughter of Sam.” “Is she a tidy wench?” “For why you make me savage, Tomos? Nell is Sam’s only child. She is here with her old father paying off the last of the mortgage.”

Job shouted across the yard into the inn : “Is Nell Blaenffos there?”

“Dammo!” came the reply. “She was here this one minute. Nell Blaenffos! Nell Blaenffos!”

Many voices repeated the call. They cried: “Nell Blaenffos! Nell Blaenffos! Job of the Stallion wants you.”