| (1, 0) 469 | Noswath dda 'chi i gyd! |
| (1, 0) 470 | Bread ready, Mrs.Evans? |
| (1, 0) 476 | I didn't expect to find you here so early, Mrs. Richards. |
| (1, 0) 494 | Well, they made Jones Shop Flannel a deacon long enough ago, and if it come to a matter of praying, Richards could pray him out of house and home. |
| (1, 0) 495 | That's my opinion, however. |
| (1, 0) 534 | No, not mine. |
| (1, 0) 536 | 'M. Morgan.' |
| (1, 0) 537 | Well, yn y wir! |
| (1, 0) 538 | That's Mrs. Morgan, Tredegar Terrace, I suppose? |
| (1, 0) 539 | Hers it is, Mrs. Evans? |
| (1, 0) 552 | Got her own tins already then? |
| (1, 0) 555 | Handy kind of wife, I must say, making bread and not putting her mark! |
| (1, 0) 558 | I'm a woman that speaks her mind, Mrs. Jones, as you know, and what I say is it beats me what come over Davy Morgan to take a wife like that. |
| (1, 0) 560 | It's her uppish ways I can't abide, Mrs. Jones; and there's meat there thrown away, something sinful to behold, as no one knows better than me that lives next door and sees her ash-bucket. |
| (1, 0) 635 | Yes, where are they? |
| (1, 0) 636 | Let's have a look. |
| (1, 0) 638 | I was thinking of having one of our William─ |
| (1, 0) 700 | Anything more like I never did see─never! |