Auguste lingered there for a moment, looking quite livid in the dim yellow light of his candle, and casting his eyes around the little chamber which was still full of memorials of the young girl.
Barruan zegoela, Augusteri gogoa bestera joan zitzaion une batez. Marguldurik ageri zen bere argimutilaren distira horiaren pean. Gelari begiratu eta neska gaztearekin bete-beterik sumatu zuen oraindik.