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Mrs Jenkins hurried back into the house, and left Mr Prothero with his cattle. 'I must be going now, Mrs Prothero my son Howels too! Thousands and thousands of pounds. Netta, come you upstairs, my dear, whilst I am putting on my bonnet.
'Mother, she said, 'I want you to promise me one thing. If I die 'Oh, Netta, fach! why was you talking of dying? you 'ont be dying. 'I said if, mother. I wish Gladys, who is going to marry Owen 'Gladys, Owen! name o' goodness! and your father! he 'ouldn't let you marry my Howels, and she 'Is very good, mother, whilst I am very bad.
Howel was very kind to her when with her; but after that one white day he was not much at home. He went out once or twice with her and his mother in the evening, and was so very attentive to the latter that she began to think herself a person of consideration once more. 'There's kind Howels is, Netta, fach! she would say. 'There's proud you ought to be to be having such a kind husband.
The kind tones touched a gentler chord in the poor woman's heart, and she looked up at Rowland, like one awaking from a dream. 'Seure! Mr Rowland Prothero! I'm thinking you're too fine for us now. A clergy and a rector! oh seure! you'll not be going to see my poor Howels! 'Yes, I will, if you will try to be calm.
The Welsh is a splendit language. My son Howels there he is to be proving it do always say so. Ah! that's "The rising of the lark," I was singing that myself years ago. London! to be seure! Now there was singing I was hearing at the play. My son Howels did tak us to the play. I never was hearing or seeing the like in my life.
Those creatures aren't particular. But we haven't had all Netta's message yet. 'She was sending her kind love and duty to you, cousin, and was saying she was sorry to be leaving you, but my Howels was so kind as you, and she was as happy as could be.
'What you think of my Howels and your Netta at Abertewey: And you to be all toalking as if we wos ail dirt. And they in France, over the sea, where I 'ould be going with them only I am so 'fraid of the water. 'There's a loss it would be, Aunt 'Lizbeth, if anything had happened to you! Suppose a shark had swallowed you up! gold watch, mourning ring, silk gown, brooch, and all?
You do see, Mrs Gwillim, that though Mrs Howels do be very respectable, she 'ouldn't be Mrs Howel Jenkins, Abertewey, only my Howels was too honourable not to be marrying her. I 'ould be sorry after her, but if she was to be taken, why, she couldn't go at a better time. What was you thinking of her by now? 'Very bad, ma'am, very bad, said Mrs Gwillim, ominously shaking her head.
I will see him first, and prepare him for your coming; I will not even ask his permission but go to him. I can gain admittance at once, I know, both as a clergyman and relation. 'Now! go you directly! tell you my Howels 'I don't think I can go to-night. It is too late but to-morrow I will go, on condition that you compose yourself, and return with me to my lodgings.
"The Papal City," says Howels, "contrives at the beginning to hide the Imperial City from your thoughts, as it hides it in such a great degree from your eye."
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