Carried forward by the crowd, I soon found myself near the bar, wedged against a table at which sat a pale and pretty girl against the wall. She wore a thin dance-frock cut very low and a withered flower in her hair.
Aldrak aretoan zehar eramanik, salmahaiaren ondoko mahai batera erakarria izan nintzen, hormako aulkian neska zurbil polit bat zegoen eserita, dantza soineko arin, papar sakon batez jantzia, lore zimel bat biloan.