He imagined those chaste arms wrapping around his neck, those proud lips responding to his kisses, those clever eyes coming to rest on his with tenderness-yes, tenderness-and his head would start spinning; for a moment he'd forget where he was until his indignation would flare up once again.
Bat-batean kontu egiten zuen ezen, egunen batean, beso lizungabe haiek lepoa inguratuko ziotela, ezpain harro haiek musuka erantzungo ziotela, begi argi haiek samurtasunez-bai, samurtasunez-begiratuko ziotela, eta zorabiatu egiten zen orduan, eta liluraren mende geratzen une batez, harik eta haserrea berriro pizten zitzaion arte.