At the top of the Rue Vivienne, just at the spot where he ever saw the young woman lying dead-that unknown young woman whose image he always bore with him-he now beheld a large carriage in which a party of masked women, with bare shoulders and laughing voices, were venting their impatience at being detained, and expressing their horror of that endless procession of convicts.
Vivienne kalearen parean, ahaztu ezineko hil ezezagun hura oraindik ikusten zuen lekuan, Florentek mozorroz jantziriko emakume batzuk hauteman zituen kalesa handi baten atzeko aldean; sorbaldak agerian, ahotsa trufari, gogaiturik zeuden beste aldera igaro ezinean, eta nazka agertzen zuten "pasa eta pasa ari ziren gatibu haien aurrean".