And amidst the quivering silence, the mute ecstasy of adoration prevailing in the chapel, Lisa would distinctly hear the rumbling of the vehicles turning out of the Rue Montmartre, behind the scarlet and purple saints on the windows, whilst in the distance the markets roared without a moment's pause.
Kaperaren hotzikara erlijiosoan, maitasunezko zorabio mutu hartan, Montmartre kalean sartzen ziren zalgurdien kirrinka entzuten zuen garbi-garbiro, beira leihoetako santu gorri-moreen atzean. Urrunean, merkatu nagusiak orro egiten zuen, ahots jarraitu batez.