there was a pause, and then I heard the voice of Peter, in an accent of extreme anguish, exclaim, ‘Pechod Ysprydd Glan - O pechod Ysprydd Glan!’ and then he uttered a deep groan. Anon, I heard the voice of Winifred, and never shall I forget the sweetness and gentleness of the tones of her voice in the stillness of that night. I did not understand all she said - she spoke in her native language, and I was some way apart; she appeared to endeavour to console her husband, but he seemed to refuse all comfort, and, with many groans, repeated - ‘Pechod Ysprydd Glan - O pechod Ysprydd Glan!’ I felt I had no right to pry into their afflictions, and retired.

Now ‘pechod Ysprydd Glan,’ interpreted, is the sin against the Holy Ghost.