Glyn

Then he slept, brokenly, waking at intervals to mutter "Damn it——" and to think of her again where she lay, far up Glyn Iago.

There seemed to be no wind, but the great country of white cloud up aloft had advanced, and a soft gloom filled the Glyn.

It was a little longer, but it avoided all possibility of meeting the Glyn Williams anywhere in the village.

Mr. Glyn Williams wanted a sort of 'Cleopatra's needle' and nearly carried the committee.