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Will you go with Miss Powell, to see h'm a baby which she is taking a great interest in on Ynysoer?" "Yes, certainly," said the young assistant, colouring, for he had heard Valmai's story, and never having seen her, was now rather bewildered by her beauty, and the awkwardness of the situation. "Oh, thank you; can you come at once?" said Valmai. "At once," said the young man.

In truth, she had been completely forgotten by her uncle, who had wandered off with a knot of preachers after the hospitable dinner, provided for them at his house by Valmai's exertions and Marged Hughes' help; but he had never thought of introducing to his guests the real genius of the feast.

"No," said Cardo, trembling in every limb with the excitement which he had controlled until now, and with the delight of seeing life and movement return to her, "hurt? no! only thankful to find you safe; only anxious to get you home." Valmai's voice was weak and low, and he had to bend his head over her to catch the words: "You have been near death for my sake those dreadful waves!"

I did think that long golden curl pointed to some love-affair." "It did, indeed," said Cardo; "it is one of my sweet wife Valmai's curls!" "Where is she now?" said Mr. Wynne, "with your father?" "No," he said, with a more serious look, "living with her uncle.

He gave himself up for lost he thought of his old father even now poring over his books he thought of Valmai's young life so suddenly quenched and with one prayer for himself and her, he felt himself carried onward, tossed, tumbled over and over, but still keeping tight hold of his precious burden.

I have never missed before, but to-day I think I will rest at home." "Yes, rest at home, certainly," said Gwen. "You ought to have stopped at home long ago; in my opinion, it would be more decent." Her meaning was too plain, and Valmai's head drooped as she answered: "Perhaps it would have been wiser, considering all things." "Considering all things, indeed!" sneered Gwen.

She had already remarked, "Auntie, this is the new Vicar, I am sure," when the door opened and Gwynne Ellis entered. Having shaken hands with Mrs. Power, he turned to Gwladys with a smile of greeting. "Valmai!" he said, "I beg pardon Mrs. "No," said Gwladys, drawing herself up, "I am Gwladys Powell, Valmai's sister but do you know her?"

He listened absently to the different conjectures as to what had caused Valmai's faint. "Never knew her do such a thing before!" said Colonel Meredith. "Can't think what it was; but I do remember once she burst into tears when she was singing some old Welsh ballad that very one, I think yes 'By Berwen Banks' strange coincidence!" In a little while the ladies returned also.

"The Lord knows, my dear, Ay don't, for Ay've walked up that street four or five times every day the last faive years, and never done such a thing afore. But there " and he began to gurgle again, to Valmai's horror, "there must always be a beginning to everything, so Ay slipped on a d d stone, somehow or other, and, being no light weight, broke my leg, and sprained my wrist into the bargain.

Hughes; "we shall see you at the fair, I suppose?" "Yes," said Cardo, "good-bye," and he reined in his horse for a moment so as to avoid riding in the cloud of dust raised by the Vicar's carriage wheels. Valmai's heart thumped loudly, for Cardo was looking at the stile, he was dismounting, and now he was leaning on the bridge lost in thought, and looking down into the green depths of the valley.