The Two Apostles
beat the soil through the top of the coffin. Do much will I for one Beybile."
"A poor dab you are," said Towy. "Many deeds you have? But no odds to me."
"Four I have."
"Woe for you, unfortunate."
"Iss-iss, horrid is my plight," the woman whined. "Little I did for Him."
"Don't draw tears. For eternity you'll weep. Here is a massive Beybile for your four deeds."
"Take him one. Handy will three be in the minute of the questioning."
"Refusing the Beybile bach you are. Also the hymn-book—old and new notations—I present for four. Stupid am I as the pigger's prentice who bought the litter in the belly."
"Be him soft and sell for one."
"I cannot say less. No relation you are to me. Hope I do that right enough are your four. Recite them to me, old woman."
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