"I was on the point of crying at her, 'Don't you hear them?' The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the first whisper of a rising wind.
Garrasi egiteko zorian egon nintzen: Ilunabarra etengabeko xuxurla batean ari zen haiek errepikatzen, gu zeharo inguratuz, mehatxagarri puztuz zirudien xuxurla batean, altxatzen den haizearen lehen xuxurla bezala: