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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Couple of weeks very short have I to live." "As an hour is my space. Who will stand up for you?" "Hish, now. Hish-hish, my little heart." Madlen sighed; and at the door she made a great clatter, and the sound of the clatter was less than the sound of her wailing. "Mam! Mam!" Joseph shouted. "Don't you scream. Hap you will soften Nuncle's heart if you say to him that my funeral is close."
"Thirty pounds a year and spiffs; to live in. You'll be in the laces." "Fashionable this shop is," Joseph wrote to Madlen, "and I have to be smart and wear a coat like the preachers, and mustn't take more than three zwap lines per day or you have the sack. Two white shirts per week; and the dresses of the showroom young ladies are a treat. Five pounds enclosed for Nuncle."
Madlen said nothing, but Morva knew that in her heart she was thinking, "Wait until your lover proves false to you!" and she gave her hand another squeeze. "Well, indeed!" she said springing up, "what are you all talking about? I won't put all my money in a shop, and I won't marry a drunkard! Sixpence, is it?
"'Dying with old decline I am, the brother mouthed. 'Fruitful is the soil. Watch Madlen keeps her fruitful. But I am generous. Eight shall be the rent. Are you not the wife of my flesh?" After she had wiped away her tears, "Be kind," said Madlen, "and wisdom it to Joseph." "The last evening in the seiet I commanded the congregation to give the Big Man's photograph a larger hire," said Essec.
"A few of my proverbs I will now spout." He spat his spittle and bundling his beard blew the residue of his nose therein; and he chanted: "Remember Essec Pugh, whose right foot is tied into a club knot. Here's the club to kick sinners as my perished brother tried to kick the Bad Satan from the inside of his female Madlen with his club of his baston. Some preachers search over the Word.
The first year passed happily, and the second year; and in the third Joseph was stirred to go forward. "What use to stop here all the life?" he asked himself. "Better to go off." He put his belongings in his box and went to Swansea. "Very busy emporium I am in," were the words he sent to Madlen. "And the wage is twenty pounds."
Man religious and tidy is Essec." Then she prayed that Joseph would die before her fault was found out. Joseph did not know what to do for his joy. "Well-well, there's better I am already," he said. He walked over the land and coveted the land of his neighbors. "Dwell here for ever I shall," he cried to Madlen. "A grand house I'll build almost as grand as the houses of preachers."
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