Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery by George Henry Borrow
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long stockings and shoes. I gave them the seal of the evening.
"Good evening to your haner," said the man - "Good evening to you, sir," said the woman; whilst the younger mumbled something, probably to the same effect, but which I did not catch. "Fine weather," said I. "Very, sir," said the elder female. "Won't you please to sit down?" and reaching back into the tent, she pulled out a stool which she placed near me. I sat down on the stool. "You are not from these parts?" said I, addressing myself to the man. "We are not, your haner," said the man; "we are from Ireland." "And this lady," said I, motioning with my head to the elder female, "is, I suppose, your wife." "She is, your haner, and the children which your haner sees are my children." "And who is this young lady?" said I, motioning to the uncouth- looking girl. "The young lady, as your haner is pleased to call her, is a daughter of a sister of mine who is now dead, along with her husband. We have her with us, your haner, because if we did not she would be alone in the world." |
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