The face of this rascal was a picture; it did full justice to the infamy of the part he had to play, and, while the rapid and extravagant movements of his eyes betrayed his consciousness of his own merits, the arrogant and grimacing assurance of his mouth showed that he knew how to fight against contempt.
Zital haren aurpegia ez zen, ez, nolanahikoa, bete-betean zegokion bere zereginaren doilorkeriari; bere begien mugimendu bizkor-nahaspilatuak salatzen zuenez, gizon hark ederki ezagutzen zituen bere merezimenduak, eta bazekien, bestalde, nola borrokatu mespretxuaren kontra, ziurtasun harro eta keinukariz bere ahoak erakusten zuenez.