"Because I owe you two or three hundred pounds you forget your position here." "No," said Shoni, "I don't forget, and I'll remind you sooner than you think if you don't behave yourself! Man! you haven't learnt the ABC of religion, though you are a 'preacher.' Christ never taught you that way of treating a fallen woman.

Shame upon you! And your own brother's child! But I'll see she's taken care of, poor thing! And the villain who has brought this misery upon her shall feel the weight of this fist if ever he returns to this country; but he won't; he has got safe away, and she has to bear the shame, poor thing! Wait till I tell the 'Vicare du' what I think of his precious son." "The 'Vicare du' ?" said the old man, turning white with rage.

"Do you mean to say that his son has been the cause of this disgrace?
I'll thrash her within an inch of her life!" and he made a rush towards the door.
"Sit down," said Shoni, taking him by the arm and pushing him back into his easy-chair, "sit down, and calm yourself, before you stand up and preach and pray for other people.

Tis for yourself you ought to pray." "True, Shoni, true.

I am a miserable sinner like the rest, but don't let me see that girl again." "Put her out of your thoughts," said Shoni; "I'll see to her." And as Valmai came silently down the stairs, he opened the front door for her, and quietly took her basket from her.
"Well, howyr bach!" said Gwen, looking after them, "there's attentions! We'd better all walk in the wrong path!" and she banged the door spitefully, and returned to the parlour to arrange her master's tea.
"And, now, where are you going to, my dear ?" said Shoni kindly.