His insipid voice murmured like a running brook; a light shone in his eyes through the glimmering of his spectacles, and his hand was advancing up Emma's sleeve to press her arm.
Haren ahots gexalak xuxurlatu egiten zuen, erreka ixurkari baten gisa; haren betseinetik pindar bat jalgitzen zen bere betaurrekoen istargimendutik barrena, era haren eskuak aurrera zihoazen Emmaren mahukan barnean, besoan haztaka egiteko.