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foot now till I have scooped the precious milk up into a clean pan.”
Having done this, Nansi called: “Silas now, Jos Gernos is here with his old ring.”
Silas, straightway from his bed and clad in flannel drawers and soleless stockings, entered the zinc-roofed dairy.
“Did he go to the fair?” he asked Jos.
“Iss, iss, little man.”
“How was the prices now?”
“Sober, little man. Sober bad.”
“Did he sell his colt? Dewi says he had one to sell.”
“What Dewi says is the truth.”
“What did the old colt bring?”
“Little man, I didn’t sell.”
Jos placed a wooden bowl into the milk and drank therefrom.
“Well, Silas Penlon,” he observed, “here is the costly ring. Has he matter to say why Leisa should not share my bed?”
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