de Franquetot, it was not without some uneasiness that she followed the flying fingers; what alarmed her being not the pianist's fate but the piano's, on which a lighted candle, jumping at each fortissimo, threatened, if not to set its shade on fire, at least to spill wax upon the ebony.
harentzat, nolanahi ere, ez zen pianista kezka-iturri, pianoa bera baizik, zeinaren gainean ezarria zegoèn kandela dar-dar izuan hasten baitzen jauzika fortissimo bakoitzeko, arrisku larria sortuz noski, estalkiak su har zezan ez bazen ere, palisandro-zura argizari-zetakaz zikin zedin bederen.