AS IT IS WRITTEN
who is in a shop draper in Llanelly and who is the son of Mali and Shaci, why must you tempt the Big Man to anger, boy? Mournful is your dirt. Pack you the woman about her business; let her walk in shame back to her own people.”
The woman’s lips quivered, and she was neither young nor pretty.
Mali came down to her.
“Our little daughter,” she said, “dost her come here to take our son bach away from us now? Let her him be. Shaci will take her back to Castellybryn in the old cart.”
The woman whom Dan had brought home could not answer a word, because she did not know the meaning of the words Mali had spoken. Dan was about to open his lips, when Sadrach addressed the minister.
“Mishtir Bryn-Bevan,” he said, “you are a great scholar. Do you inquire of the fool if she can milk a cow.”
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