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XI
AS IT IS WRITTEN
Samson Post placed his arms on the gate of the close of Penyrallt, and cried loudly:
“Mali! Mali! Be you quick and come, woman. Have I not a letter from your son Dan ? Mali fach, do you haste now. Woe me, there's provoking you are to keep the post waiting!”
From the inside of the pigsty Mali answered:
“What old hurry you are in, man! Do you wait one little minute and I’ll be with you.”
Mali stooped her legs because she was too fat to bend the middle of her body, and came forth out of the pigsty, and
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