We would be greeted by the gunsmith, we would drop our letters into the box, we would tell Théodore, from Françoise, as we passed, that she had run out of oil or coffee, and we would leave the town by the road which ran along the white fence of M. Swann's park.
Armaginak agurtzen gintuen, gutunak postontzira botatzen genituen, bidenabar Théodoreri esaten genion, Françoiseren partetik, bukatua zitzaiola olioa edo kafea, eta Swann jaunaren parkeko langa zuriaren paretik igarotzen zèn bidean barrena ateratzen ginen herritik.