At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.
Te-ordu grisean beti baziren behekaldeetako ezinegon goxo horrekin etengabe taupadatzen ziren gelak, eta bitarte horretan gazte-aurpegiak batera eta bestera ibiltzen ziren, haize-tresna tristeek lurrean zirimola arazitako larrosa-petaloak bailiran.