I can still see his large dark head poking forward, his forehead gleaming with sweat, his eyes fixed on me in the everlasting unbearable effort at half moral and half mawkish blackmail he so easily slipped into, while his voice took on a low, warm, persuasive, patient tone.
Oraindik ere ikusten dut nola aurreratzen zuen bere buru handi beltzarana, bekokia izerdi patsetan zuela, eta nola josten zituen begiak nireetan, gogotsu erabiltzen zuen txantaje erdi moral erdi sentimentala egiteko ohiko ahalegin jasangaitzarekin, bere ahotsak halako doinu apal, bero, lausengari, eroapenezkoa hartzen zuen bitartean.