My stomach was so oppressed with the coagulated blood, that my hands moved to that part, of their own voluntary motion, as they frequently do to the part that itches, without being directed by our will.
Mobilitate mali non quit sentire dolorem. Urdaila odol gatzatuz hertsaturik neukan, eta eskuak berak hara zihoazen, maiz hazkura dugun lekura doazen bezala, gure borondatearen aburuaren aurka.