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"Poor Betto looked anxiously from one to the other of us, and I keptwith distrust of my

wife, and hatred oftrust

in theht and day, and my life beca, about a month before you were born,

Caradoc, I had been to a funeral at the old church; and hearing of the

serious illness of a parishioner who lived on the high road to

Abersethin, I followed the path on the left side of the Berwen, and as

I neared the bridge which crosses the valley on the top, I suddenly

ca on a boulder by the side of the brook,

and as I approached I saw her dry her eyes hurriedly She rose from

her seat, and her colour caed

to take her in my arms and press her to my heart, for she looked pale

and sorrowful"

An exclamation from Cardo interrupted him

"It pains you, Caradoc--it painsas I have any being I iven hereafter, but it