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is." A voice from an inner room cried: "Who is to see me?" "Come this way," said Mrs. Lloyd. Ben, sitting at a table with writing paper and a Bible before him, rose. "Messes Enos-Harries," he said, "long since I met you. No odds if I mouth Welsh? There's a language, dear me. This will not interest you in the least. Put your ambarelo in the cornel, Messes Enos-Harries, and your backhead in a chair. Making a lecture am I." Gwen told him the errand upon which she was bent, and while they two drank tea, Ben said: "Sing you a song, Messes Enos-Harries. Not forgotten have I your singing in Queen's Hall on the Day of David the Saint. Inspire me wonderfully you did with the speech. I've been sad too, but you are a wedded female. Sing you now then. Push your cup and saucer under the chair." "No-no, not in tone am I," Gwen feigned. "How about a Welsh hymn? Come in will I at the repeats." "Messes Lloyd will sing the piano?" "Go must she about her duties. She's a handless poor dab." Gwen played and sang. "Solemn pretty hymns have we," said Ben. "Are we not large?" He moved and stood under a picture which hung on the wall--his knees touching and his feet apart--and the picture was that of Cromwell. "My friends say I am Cromwell and Milton rolled into one. The Great Father gave me a child and He took him back to the Palace. Religious am I. Want I do to live my life in the hills and valleys of Wales: listening to the anthem of creation, and searching for Him under the bark of the tree. And there I shall wait for the sound of the last trumpet." "A poet you are." Gwen was astonished. "You are a poetess, for sure me," Ben said. He leaned over her. "Sparkling are your eyes. Deep brown are they--brown as the nut in the paws of the squirrel. Be you a bard and write about boys Cymru. Tell how they succeed in big London." "I will try," said Gwen. "Like you are and me. Think you do as I think." "Know you for long I would," said Gwen. "For ever," cried Ben. "But wedded you are. Read you a bit of the lecture will I." Having ended his reading and having sobbed over and praised that which he had read, Ben uttered: "Certain you come again. Come you and eat supper when the wife is not at home." Gwen quaked as she went to her car, and she sought a person who professed to tell fortunes, and whom she made to say: "A gentleman is in love with you. And he loves you for your brain. He is not your husband. He is mo
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