'Always a muddle?' said Rachael, with another gentle touch upon his arm, as if to recall him out of the thoughtfulness, in which he was biting the long ends of his loose neckerchief as he walked along.
"Beti nahaste-borrastea?" esan zuen Rachaelek, berriz ere ukitu samurra eginez Stephenen besoan, nonbait, gizona gogoetatik ateratzeko, Stephen pentsaketan murgilduta baitzegoen buruzapiaren mutur luzeak murtxikatuz ibiltzean.