And inside, in the artificial darkness of the parlour, into which only one thin jet of sunlight penetrated, the stranger, hungry we must suppose, and fearful, hidden in his uncomfortable hot wrappings, pored through his dark glasses upon his paper or chinked his dirty little bottles, and occasionally swore savagely at the boys, audible if invisible, outside the windows.
A'r tu mewn, yn y tywyllwch artiffisial y parlwr, i ba dim ond un jet tenau yr haul treiddio, y dieithryn, newynog mae'n rhaid i ni dybio, ac yn ofnus, cudd yn ei lapio poeth anghyfforddus, pored drwy ei sbectol dywyll ar ei bapur neu chinked ei poteli bach budr, ac o bryd i'w gilydd rhegodd ffyrnig ar y bechgyn, os anweledig glywadwy, y tu allan i'r ffenestri.QED QED