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The Rev Meurig Wynne, "y Vicare du," or "the black Vicar," as he was

called by the country people, in allusion to his black hair and eyes,

and also to his black apparel, sat in hisfor the last twenty-five years, poring ever his old

books, and occasionally jotting down extracts therefroht, about sixty-five years of age

His clean-shaven face hite as marble, its cold and lifeless

appearance accentuated by his jet-black hair, strongly-marked eyebrows

of the sahtly aquiline, and his h wide; but the

firave the whole face an expression of

coldness and hardness In fact he had a peculiarly dour and dark look,

and it was no wonder that when he walked through his parish the little

children left their gaates as he passed

He was perfectly conscious of this, and it pained hiuessed it except his son, who felt a tender pity for the man who led

so isolated and solitary a life

The cause of his cold reserve Cardo had never been able to discover;

but he somehow connected it with hisinto his father's past life, preferring to let

oldsorrow

and pain into his life

The Vicar was evidently uneasy, as he looked up listening, with one