Yes, I, Gwladys, must write it down; the whole country has heard of it, the newspapers have been full of it, and from the highest to the lowest in the land, people have spoken of the noble deed done by a few Welsh miners. But much as the country knows, and glad and proud as the country is, I don't think she knows quite all--not exactly what mother and I know; she does not know the heart history of those ten days. This is the story within the other well-known story, which I want to write here. On a certain sunny afternoon in September, 1876, I was seated up in the window of the old nursery. I say _in_ the window, for I had got my body well up on the deep oak seat, had flattened my nose again…
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