As George talked, I saw her glance at me, and my vanity was hurt by the thought that, muffled in a fur coat and a neck-wrapper (for it was a chilly April day) and wearing a soft travelling hat pulled down to my ears, I must be looking very far from my best.
George hizketan ari zitzaiola, konturatu nintzen niri begiratzen zidala emakumeak, eta nire harrotasuna mindu zidan pentsatzeak horrela jantzita, larruzko beroki batean sartuta, zapia lepoan (apirileko egun hotz bat baitzen), eta bidai sonbrero bigun bat belarrietaraino sartuta, zitekeen baino askoz itxura kaskarragoa nuela.