He had told himself bitterly as he walked through the streets that she was a figure of the womanhood of her country, a bat-like soul waking to the consciousness of itself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness, tarrying awhile, loveless and sinless, with her mild lover and leaving him to whisper of innocent transgressions in the latticed ear of a priest.
Kaleetatik zihoala, garrazki esan zion bere buruari neska bere herriko emakumetasunaren irudia zela, saguzar tankerako arima bat, bere buruaren ezaguerara ilunpetan, isilpean eta bakardadean itzartzen ari zena, maitale epelarekin tarte batean ez maitasun ez bekatu berandutu ondoren, berau utzi eta apaiz baten belarri sareztatuetara lege-hauste hobengabeak xuxurlatzen zituena.