"
"How's trade?" Ben remarked. "Do you estimate for Government contracts?"
"Not thought have I."
"Just hinted. A word I can put in."
"Red is the head of the baban."
"Two black heads make red," observed Ben.
"And his name is Benjamin."
"As you speak. Farewell for to-day. How would you like to put up for a
Welsh constituency?"
"Not deserving am I of anything. Happy would I and the wife be to see
you in the House."
But Ben's promise was fruitless; and Enoch bewailed: "A serpent flew
into my house."
He ordered Gwen to go to Ben.
"Recall to him this and that," he said. "A very good advert an M.P.
would be for the business. Be you dressed like a lady. Take a fur coat
on appro from the shop."
Often thereafter he bade his wife to take such a message. But Gwen had
overcome her distress and she strew abroad her charms; for no man could
now suffice her. So she always departed to one of her lovers and came
back with fables on her tongue.
"What can you expect of the Welsh?" cried Enoch in his wrath. "He hasn't
paid for the goods he got on tick from the shop. County court him will
I. He ate my food. The unrighteous ate the food of the righteous.
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