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or that which he read by the light of the tallow candle. She felt shame for Dan, her son, whose name would be denounced from the pulpit and spoken with scorn by the congregation, and she remembered his deeds, first and last. Dear people, why was it destined for Dan to trespass in the eyes of Sion? Heart alive, are not the evil ways of the English known far and wide? And their helpless wastefulness? Look you at Owen, the son of Antony. Owen was in a grand shop draper in Swansea. He took to himself as wife a daughter of the English, and she kept a house for lodgers. Goodness me, is it not engraved on Owen’s tombstone in the Old Burial Ground in Capel Sion that he left only one hundred yellow sovereigns? Does not Antony lament to this day that Owen bach would have left half a hundred more yellow sovereigns if he had wedded a Welsh maid? Little Big Man, for why has not a Welsh maid, with a bit of land in her
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