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like a black bach. And Evan her husband is always in his place in the meeting for prayer.”
“Religion comes before all with Evan,” said Deio.
“Large money indeed he puts in the Post Office,” Katto went on. “Mistress Morgan of the Post does say that he's got thirty yellow sovereigns there now. What pity Tomos cannot find a woman like her.”
Tomos came near to the round table, and bending his crooked body, spat into the fire.
“Think you now of Sara Jane the daughter of old Simon” he began.
“Boy bach foolish!” cried Katto. “What nonsense you talk out of the back of your head! Sober serious, mouth not that you have thrown gravel at Sara Jane’s window! She's not worth her broth.”
“Katto is right,” Deio put in. “There was me and Katto talking about renting
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