knew what was really going on. Also, most people in Welch
If not a spouse, a gallant let it be. Among heaven's choicest gifts, I place, So
Our land doth no such usage know.
I stood by his bedside. Something less foul it was than dung; 'Twas straw half
rotten; yet, he as a Christian died. And sorely hath remorse his conscience
wrung. "Wretch that I was," quoth he, with parting breath, "So to forsake my
business and my wife! Ah! the remembrance is my death, Could I but have
Dear soul! I've long forgiven him, indeed!
"Though she, God knows, was more to blame than I."