Wallflowers had sprung up between the bricks, and with the tip of her open sunshade Madame Bovary, as she passed, made some of their faded flowers crumble into a yellow dust, or a spray of overhanging honeysuckle and clematis caught in its fringe and dangled for a moment over the silk.
Arriluetan zerbak erneta zeuden, eta, bere guardasol irekiaren ertzez, madame Bovaryk, pasatzean, hauts horitan jalgi arazten zuen haien lore zimelduetarik apur bat, edota kanpoaldera zintzilik zegoen ahuntzostoren eta aihenzuriren adarren bat zeta gainean errestatzen zen une batez, litsei atxikiz.