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 A HEIFER WITHOUT BLEMISH and he had been told nothing except that which was good about Deio Parcdu and his son Tomos.

”When is the wedding to be, little son?” Sam asked Tomos.

“What say you now?” “There’s plenty of time to discuss that," said Sam. "Tell you old Deio to meet me here next market day, and we will arrange matters.”

“I will indeed, man,” replied Tomos.

“Good-bye now, and good-bye to your father as well,” said Sam.

Tomos turned his back on the Drivers’ Arms, and on Nell Blaenffos, and on the father of Nell Blaenffos, and with a hand in the pocket of his coat and a hand in the pocket of his trousers he moved slowly in and out among the cattle. The fingers of the clock over the door of the surgery of Dr. Morgan pointed to fifteen minutes past ten, wherefore Tomos bent his shoulders and rebuked himself: