When the dusk was gathering and Iping was just beginning to peep timorously forth again upon the shattered wreckage of its Bank Holiday, a short, thick-set man in a shabby silk hat was marching painfully through the twilight behind the beechwoods on the road to Bramblehurst.
gizon hark sedazko kapelu zirpildu bat zeukan, eta neka-neka eginda zebilen ilunbean.