She carried her sorrowful head as though she were proud of that sorrow, as though she would say, 'I-I alone know how to mourn for him as he deserves.' But while we were still shaking hands, such a look of awful desolation came upon her face that I perceived she was one of those creatures that are not the playthings of Time.
Bere buru nahigabetua nahigabe horretaz harro balego bezala zeraman, hauxe esango balu bezala: