A HEIFER WITHOUT BLEMISH
tobacco that was therein and placed it on the table, and he also emptied his mouth of its tainted spittle. “Be you restful now, folk bach,” he said, “for am I not going to speak about religion?” Then he raised his face and sang after the manner of the Welsh preacher: “Me and your mam are full of years, and the hearse from Capel Sion will soon take us home to the Big Man’s Palace a home, Tomos, where we will wear White Shirts, and where there is no old rent to pay. Tomos, Tomos, weepful you will be when I am up above. Little Great One, keep an eye on Tomos. Be with your son in Capel Sion. Amen.”
When he had made an end, he put the tobacco back into his mouth, and he said: “One hundred and half a hundred sovereigns is the mortgage on Parcdu now.”
“Do you listen, Tomos bach," Katto counselled her son.
“Go you off yourself to-morrow to the
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