My Neighbors - Stories of the Welsh People by Caradoc Evans
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chanse of electing a real religious man. I must not be tempted by you
again. Well, good-by, Gwen, may He keep you unspotted from the world. Ships that pass in the night." Enoch was plagued, and he followed Ben to chapel meetings, eisteddfodau, Cymrodorion and St. David's Day gatherings, always speaking in this fashion: "Cast under is the girl fach you do not visit her. Improved has her singing." Because Ben was careless of his call, his wrath heated and he said to him: "Growing is the baban." "How's trade?" Ben remarked. "Do you estimate for Government contracts?" "Not thought have I." "Just hinted. A word I can put in." "Red is the head of the baban." "Two black heads make red," observed Ben. "And his name is Benjamin." "As you speak. Farewell for to-day. How would you like to put up for a Welsh constituency?" "Not deserving am I of anything. Happy would I and the wife be to see you in the House." |
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