What did it matter what people said about me?
Morva would not have me, so what was the use of a good name to me ?" "I got up before the sun rose, and I pushed a few things into my canvas bag, and went quiet down the stairs.

I stopped a minute outside Ann and Morva's room.

I could hear them breathing soft and regular, and so I hoped they had slept all night.

Then I went into the dairy and cut enough bread and cheese to last for the day, and before anyone was up at Garthowen, I was far on my way towards Caer-Madoc.
"I sailed from there to Cardiff, and there on the docks I saw many of my old friends--Tom Powell and Jim Bowen, and many others; but diwss anwl! I was ashamed to look them in the face, so I avoided them all, and went amongst the English and the foreign sailors; and in every port I was avoiding the Welsh sailors, and when I came to Cardiff I never went to Kitty Jones's any more.
"Well, then, I took ship for South America, and I didn't come home for two years.

All that time I led a wild and reckless life, Sara fach.
Wasn't a fight but I was in it--wasn't a row but Gethin Owens was there, drinking and swearing and rioting.