Mr. Marvel sat on the bench, and although no one took the slightest notice of him, his agitation remained at fever heat. His hands would go ever and again to his various pockets with a curious nervous fumbling.
Marvel banku batean eserita zegoen, eta, inork antzeman ez bazion ere, asaldaturik zegoen, sukarrak jota bezala. Eskuak patrika guztietan sartzen zituen behin eta berriro, urduritasunezko keinu xelebreak eginez.