whereupon，layingherhandgentlyonhisshoulder，shesaid，inthepeculiarsoftandtendertonewhichIhadheardheruseonaformeroccasion，’Takecomfort，Peter；whathashappenednowtoafflictthee？’Peterremovedhishandfromhisface。’Theoldpain，theoldpain，’saidhe；’Iwastalkingwiththisyoungman，andhewouldfainknowwhatbroughtmehere，hewouldfainhearmytale，Winifred-mysin：OpechodYspryddGlan!OpechodYspryddGlan!’
andthepoormanfellintoamorefearfulagonythanbefore。TearstrickleddownWinifred’sface，Isawthemtricklingbythemoonlight，asshegazeduponthewrithingformofherafflictedhusband。Iarosefrommyseat。’Iamthecauseofallthis，’saidI，’bymyfollyandimprudence，anditisthusIhavereturnedyourkindnessandhospitality；Iwilldepartfromyouandwandermyway。’Iwasretiring，butPetersprangupanddetainedme。’Gonot，’saidhe，’youwerenotinfault；iftherebeanyfaultinthecaseitwasmine；ifIsuffer，Iambutpayingthepenaltyofmyowniniquity’；hethenpaused，andappearedtobeconsidering：atlengthhesaid，’Manythingswhichthouhastseenandheardconnectedwithmerequireexplanation；thouwishesttoknowmytale，Iwilltellitthee，butnotnow，notto-night；Iamtoomuchshaken。’
Twoeveningslater，whenwewereagainseatedbeneaththeoak，Petertookthehandofhiswifeinhisown，andthen，intonesbrokenandalmostinarticulate，commencedtellingmehistale-thetaleofthePechodYspryddGlan。
CHAPTERLXXV
Takingacup-Gettingtoheaven-Afterbreakfast-Woodengallery-Mechanicalhabit-Reservedandgloomy-Lastwords-A