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Well -- 't was a night I never will forget -- that night when Gwilym Morris lost his bag of gold ; 't was a night , Sara , that made a deep mark on me , a blow it was that nearly drove me to destruction and ruin . I may as well tell thee everything , Sara , and make a clean breast of it all . I had grown so fond of Morva , Diwss anwl ! she was in my thoughts morning , noon , and night , and I thought she cared for me a little ; but there I was mistaken , I suppose , for when I asked her , she told me she was promised to Will . ` Here behind this very bush , ' she said , ` only two nights ago , I met him , and I promised him again that I would be true to him . ' I have been in foreign lands when an earthquake shook the world under my feet , and at those words of Morva 's I felt the same , as if the world was going to pieces ; but I had to bear it ; 't is wonderful how much a man can bear ! '' `` And a woman too , ` machgen i , '' said Sara , laying her soft hand upon his , '' 't was a bitter time for Morva too . ''