And to see her look displeased destroyed all the sense of tranquillity she had brought me a moment before, when she bent her loving face down over my bed, and held it out to me like a Host, for an act of Communion in which my lips might drink deeply the sense of her real presence, and with it the power to sleep.
Izan ere, ama haserre ikusteak, horrek bai hondatuko zukeela arestian ekarria zidàn baretasun erabatekoa, bere begitarte maitagarria nire oherantz makurtu eta bake-komunio baterako hostia bat bailitzan luzatzen zidanekoa, harengandik xurgatzen baitzituzten nire ezpainek bai beraren presentzia bai nire lokartze-ahalmena bera ere.