With these words he approached the goblet to his lips, took a complacent draught of the cordial, slicked his hair and, opening his bosom, out popped a locket that hung from a silk riband, that very picture which he had cherished ever since her hand had wrote therein.
Hitz horiekin hurreratu zuen godaleta ezpainetarat, likoreari hurrupa aski polita egin, ilea lisatu, eta, bularraldea idekirik, ihalgi zen domeina bat, zetazko xingola batetik dilingo zena, betidanik gordea zuen portretarekin, neska haren eskuak han izkiriatu zuenez geroztik.