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Sunday。'



'And you are … ' said I。



'The master's niece!' said the girl。  'How came you to know it?  

But why did you not go with the rest and with your friends?'



'Who are those you call my friends?' said I。



'Peter and his wife。'



'And who are they?' said I。



'Do you not know?' said the girl; 'you came with them。'



'They found me ill by the way;' said I; 'and they relieved me:  I 

know nothing about them。'



'I thought you knew everything;' said the girl。



'There are two or three things which I do not know; and this is one 

of them。  Who are they?'



'Did you never hear of the great Welsh preacher; Peter Williams?'



'Never;' said I。



'Well;' said the girl; 'this is he; and Winifred is his wife; and a 

nice person she is。  Some people say; indeed; that she is as good a 

preacher as her husband; though of that matter I can say nothing; 

having never heard her preach。  So these two wander over all Wales 

and the greater part of England; comforting the hearts of the 

people with their doctrine; and doing all the good they can。  They 

frequently come here; for the mistress is a Welsh woman; and an old 

friend of both; and then they take up their abode in the cart 

beneath the old oaks down there by the stream。'



'And what is their reason for doing so?' said I; 'would it not be 

more comfortable to sleep beneath a roof?'



'I know not their reasons;' said the girl; 'but so it is; they 

never sleep beneath a roof unless the weather is very severe。  I 

once heard the mistress say that Peter had something heavy upon his 

mind; perhaps that is the cause。  If he is unhappy; all I can say 

is; that I wish him otherwise; for he is a good man and a kind … '



'Thank you;' said I; 'I will now depart。'



'Hem!' said the girl; 'I was wishing … '



'What? to ask me a question?'



'Not exactly; but you seem to know everything; you mentioned; I 

think; fortune…telling。'



'Do you wish me to tell your fortune?'



'By no means; but I have a friend at a distance at sea; and I 

should wish to know … '



'When he will come back?  I have told you already there are two or 

three things which I do not know … this is another of them。  

However; I should not be surprised if he were to come back some of 

these days; I would if I were in his place。  In the meantime be 

patient; attend to the dairy; and read the DAIRYMAN'S DAUGHTER when 

you have nothing better to do。'



It was late in the evening when the party of the morning returned。  

The farmer and his family repaired at once to their abode; and my 

two friends joined me beneath the tree。  Peter sat down at the foot 

of the oak; and said nothing。  Supper was brought by a servant; not 

the damsel of the porch。  We sat round the tray; Peter said grace; 

but scarcely anything else; he appeared sad and dejected; his wife 

looked anxiously upon him。  I was as silent as my friends; after a 

little time we retired to our separate places of rest。



About midnight I was awakened by a noise; I started up and 

listened; it appeared to me that I heard voices and groans。  In a 

moment I had issued from my tent … all was silent … but the next 

moment I again heard groans and voices; they proceeded from the 

tilted cart where Peter and his wife lay; I drew near; again there 

was a pause; and then I heard the voice of Peter; in an accent of 

extreme anguish; exclaim; 'Pechod Ysprydd Glan … O pechod Ysprydd 

Glan!' and then he uttered a deep groan。  Anon; I heard the voice 

of Winifred; and never shall I forget the sweetness and gentleness 

of the tones of her voice in the stillness of that night。  I did 

not understand all she said … she spoke in her native language; and 

I was some way apart; she appeared to endeavour to console her 

husband; but he seemed to refuse all comfort; and; with many 

groans; repeated … 'Pechod Ysprydd Glan … O pechod Ysprydd Glan!'  

I felt I had no right to pry into their afflictions; and retired。



Now 'pechod Ysprydd Glan;' interpreted; is the sin against the Holy 

Ghost。







CHAPTER LXXIV







The following day … Pride … Thriving trade … Tylwyth Teg … Ellis 

Wyn … Sleeping hard … Incalculable good … Fearful agony … The tale。



PETER and his wife did not proceed on any expedition during the 

following day。  The former strolled gloomily about the fields; and 

the latter passed many hours in the farmhouse。  Towards evening; 

without saying a word to either; I departed with my vehicle; and 

finding my way to a small town at some distance; I laid in a store 

of various articles; with which I returned。  It was night; and my 

two friends were seated beneath the oak; they had just completed 

their frugal supper。  'We waited for thee some time;' said 

Winifred; 'but; finding that thou didst not come; we began without 

thee; but sit down; I pray thee; there is still enough for thee。'  

'I will sit down;' said I; 'but I require no supper; for I have 

eaten where I have been':  nothing more particular occurred at the 

time。  Next morning the kind pair invited me to share their 

breakfast。  'I will not share your breakfast;' said I。  'Wherefore 

not?' said Winifred; anxiously。  'Because;' said I; 'it is not 

proper that I be beholden to you for meat and drink。'  'But we are 

beholden to other people;' said Winifred。  'Yes;' said I; 'but you 

preach to them; and give them ghostly advice; which considerably 

alters the matter; not that I would receive anything from them; if 

I preached to them six times a day。'  'Thou art not fond of 

receiving favours; then; young man;' said Winifred。  'I am not;' 

said I。  'And of conferring favours?'  'Nothing affords me greater 

pleasure;' said I; 'than to confer favours。'  'What a disposition;' 

said Winifred; holding up her hands; 'and this is pride; genuine 

pride … that feeling which the world agrees to call so noble。  Oh; 

how mean a thing is pride! never before did I see all the meanness 

of what is called pride!'



'But how wilt thou live; friend;' said Peter; 'dost thou not intend 

to eat?'  'When I went out last night;' said I; 'I laid in a 

provision。'  'Thou hast laid in a provision!' said Peter; 'pray let 

us see it。  Really; friend;' said he; after I had produced it; 

'thou must drive a thriving trade; here are provisions enough to 

last three people for several days。  Here are butter and eggs; here 

is tea; here is sugar; and there is a flitch。  I hope thou wilt let 

us partake of some of thy fare。'  'I should be very happy if you 

would;' said I。  'Doubt not but we shall;' said Peter; 'Winifred 

shall have some of thy flitch cooked for dinner。  In the meantime; 

sit down; young man; and breakfast at our expense … we will dine at 

thine。'



On the evening of that day; Peter and myself sat alone beneath the 

oak。  We fell into conversation; Peter was at first melancholy; but 

he soon became more cheerful; fluent; and entertaining。  I spok
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