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"No, I daresay! They say the devil isn't, either," said Deio

It was very evident the person in question was no favourite of his

Meanwhile Caradoc, or Cardo as he was called all over the country side,

the "Vicare du's" only son, had begun his traht

heart and a brisk step He was a tall, broad-shouldered y expressed in every li eyes to hted up by a pleasant s

about the corners of his mouth, and which would make itself evident in

spite of the moustache which threatened to hide it

The band of the localin the open market hall as

he passed, and an old Welsh air struck familiarly on his ear

"They'll wonder what's becoht, "or rather

Betto will I don't suppose

as I was horave look

came over his face

In truth it was not a very cheerful ho, but

it was home, and had been his from childhood It had been the hoenerations, which, to a Welshreat deal, for the ties of ho

Home draws hi it,

adds bitterness even to death

His mother had died at his birth, so that the sacred word "mother" had

never been ht hiht of her from his mind; in fact an indescribable uneasiness