Miss Nevil, somewhat startled at finding herself thus left in sole charge of a handsome young Corsican gentleman in the middle of a maquis, was rather puzzled what to do next. For she was afraid that any sudden movement on her part might hurt the wounded man.
Miss Nevil harritu samarturik zegoen bere burua maquisean gazte ederrarekin bakarrik burua eusten ziola ikusita. Ez zekien nola jokatu, zeren eta bat-batean alde egiten bazuen zaurituari min emango ote zion beldur baitzen.